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Low and behold what comes of reading too many romance novels.

Loyalty needn’t be outspoken, Uranda. Only the days will tell if you’re loyal enough to the King or not.” - The Exiled Angel.

Man can not jump out of his life, but perhaps a novel has more freedom.

Manusia menuntut manusia lain untuk punya drama. Itu syaratnya supaya kita kelihatan normal

Marian was suddenly overcome by an appalling crippling panic. She was very frightened at the idea of arriving. But it was more than that. She feared the rocks and the cliffs and the grotesque dolmen and the ancient secret things. Her two companions seemed no longer reassuring but dreadfully alien and even sinister. She felt, for the first time in her life, completely isolated and in danger. She became in an instant almost faint with terror. She said, as a cry for help, ‘I’m feeling terribly nervous’. ‘I know you are,’ said Scottow. (…) Marian was appalled at the sudden quietness. But the insane panic had left her. She was frightened now in an ordinary way, sick in her stomach, shy, tongue-tied, horribly aware of the onset of a new world.

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

Maybe. Just maybe... Lettie smiled. That would do. It might be an impossible plan but it's worth a try.

Me gusteo fotos dispersas, automáticamente él hace lo mismo. Ya sé lo que va a pasar, esto va a durar unos días, unas semanas, después vamos a hablar levemente y nos vamos a ver y nunca vamos a gustarnos en serio aunque seamos hermosos juntos porque nos conocimos en el mercado virtual, en el supermercado sexual sin cuerpos. "Lo conocí por Facebook".

Mee and Ow sat in the shade of a mango tree and were doing their make-up. Both of them wore gloves that reached all the way up to their elbows, to keep the tropical sun off their skins. They looked briefly at Maier, with the curiosity usually reserved for a passing dog. It was too early for professional enthusiasm.

Merdeka!' the Malay man screamed. 'Merdekaaaaaa!' the sea of people echoed.

Michelle, since the first day I met you I knew you were the one for me. I knew that I would make you my wife. I love waking up to your beautiful face every morning and seeing you before I close my eyes each night. I love you with everything in me, and I promise to be the man that you need for the rest of our lifetime together. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?

Mi mancherai moltissimo, ma chi ha le ali non è fatto per stare chiuso in gabbia, Se lo ami devi lasciarlo libero di voltare.

Misunderstanding and distrust—the predominant elements of a novel. Without them, everyone lives happily from beginning.

Monk worked on his remaining Intertect cases at his dining table while I tried to hone my detecting instincts by reading the Murder, She Wrote novel he bought in Mill Valley. I can't say that I learned much about investigative procedure but I discovered that you should stay far away from Cabot Cove. That tiny New England village is deadlier than Beirut, South Central Los Angeles, and the darkest back alley in Juarez combined. Even though every killer eventually gets caught by Jessica Fletcher, I still wouldn't feel safe there. I'm surprised the old biddy walks around town unarmed.

Muka bumi ini semuanya dihamparkan oleh Allah sebagai masjid.

Most people surrendered fairy tale hopes in exchange for cookie cutter lives

My Greatest Failures has been My Greatest Success~

My breath is halted, like grasping for air after crying far too long and hard. It is like a hiccup, with a shivering sharpness of nerves. It is like icicles running down your spine or aluminum in your mouth, an eerie amount of emotions that cannot compare to the actual feelings you’ve managed to live through. I just watched you die, I say to myself silently.

My blackness is spreading, Alice. I’ve been seeing and hearing things that can’t be there or anywhere. At night, when I’m not hallucinating mad women, I can feel depression starting to burn me around the edges. If I sink into it, I’ll have to give this thing up and write a novel.

My Friends I Will Always Remember, And My Enemies I Will Never Forget!

My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It's been decades since our bodies have been this close. It's an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard.

My Name Is Latif Mercado, And I Am... A Workaholic!

My own heart is in my characters. My novels are my memories; they are the best part of me.

Najviše volim sasvim čista, laka, skromna seljačka vina, bez naročitog imena, kojih može mnogo da se popije i čiji okus tako prijatno i svesrdno podsjeća na selo, na zemlju, na nebo i lugove.

Nahum bobbed again. 'My crest is cropped by croaking cranes. I go to drown in doleful dumps, dead-drunk with drearihead.

My vengeance was of a different kind. It bore no offense and no ill towards injustice. It had no emotion. Blood and Death. That's all it was." - Celeste- ALL LIGHT WILL FALL

Never once did I think you were less than a good person.

Ne treba žaliti ni za čim što je prošlo. Žaliti treba za Sada i Danas, za svim onim nebrojenim danima koje sam izgubio, koji su mi protekli ne donjevši mi ni darove, ni uzbuđenja.

Nggak perlu khawatir dia selingkuh. Salaman sama perempuan lain aja dia nggak mau - Sekar

Nezavisnost je hladna, oh da, ali je i spokojna, čudesno spokojna i prostrana kao onaj hladni i tihi prostor u kome se okreću zvijezde.

Njen miris, čitavo njeno biće bili su u znaku leta i ruža.

Ništa nije tvoje vlastito osim nekoliko kubičnih centimetara u tvojoj lubanji.

Nothing felt better to him than the act of waiting for her. As long as he believed it wasn’t in vain, he was able to justify his presence.

No one ended up there by mistake and no one stayed there unless they had no other options.

No podría ser feliz con un hombre cuyo gusto no coincidiera en todo momento con el mío. Tendría que participar en todos mis sentimientos. Los mismos libros, la misma música habría de hechizarnos a los dos.

No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory – this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me it was me. ... Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it? ... And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before mass), when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Léonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane. The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it. And all from my cup of tea.

Nothing good in this world comes free! For everything there’s a payment of time or money or soul!

Nothing in heaven or earth is content to be alone, and so there must always be something more. The universe is governed by a principle no more complicated than this: that a solitary body will forever attract another to itself.

No matter how much restitution she paid with every word and deed, her blood-stained hands could never really be clean, even if no one else knew they were dirty.

Non capisco, cos'è che vi preoccupa tanto?» «Tutto, quando si tratta di voi: il parto, l'odio che provate per Charles, il pensiero che possiate non amarmi mai. Mi fate regredire. Mi fate dimenticare il coraggio. Quando sto con voi divento ciò che di più lontano esiste dall'essere un uomo.

No peace is possible between the novelist and the agélaste [those who do not laugh]. Never having heard God's laughter, the agélastes are convinced that the truth is obvious, that all men necessarily think the same thing, and that they themselves are exactly what they think they are. But it is precisely in losing the certainty of truth and the unanimous agreement of others that man becomes an individual. The novel is the imaginary paradise of individuals. It is the territory where no one possesses the truth, neither Anna nor Karenin, but where everyone has the right to be understood, both Anna and Karenin.

Not writing is never an option. This is not words of advice. It's just literally never an option!

Novel: A small tale, generally of love.

Novelists don't normally write about what's going on; they write about what's not going on.

Now call your old lady and tell her to come out here. Go ahead and don't try no funny stuff.

Novel-writing has in one respect an affinity to the drama—that time and distance are required to soften for use the harsher features that may be exhibited from real life; that it was almost impossible to bring forward events without touching on their causes; and that any tendency to political discussion, however liberal or applicable, was not to be tolerated in a sort of work which people took up with no other design than to be amused at the least possible expence of thought.

Novel research leads to redefining the subject.

Nowadays people talk about the things he did as though they made sense. As though even his most disastrous mistakes were only the result of bad luck or hubris.

Of course, that’s how life is. A turn of events may seem very small at the time it’s happening, but you never really know, do you? How can you?

On August 11th, 2010, NOAA gave permission for the US Navy to continue their training, which included mid and high-frequency sonar and the use of explosives, thus ignoring the devastating impact on marine life. They attempted to justify their actions by claiming sonar exposure is merely a matter of annoyance to whale and dolphins.