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Los buenos terminan triunfando. ¿O quizá los triunfadores terminan siendo los buenos?

Los humanos juraban cumplir su palabra poniendo por testigos a los dioses, pero ¿ante quién podrían jurar los propios inmortales?

Losing someone close to you is more haunting than a life of cursed solitude. ~The Moon Master

Los adultos siguen caminos. Los niños exploran. A los adultos les gustan recorrer siempre le mismo camino, cientos de veces, o miles; puede que nunca se les ocurra salirse de su ruta, arrastrarse bajo los rodoendros, encontrar huecos en las vallas. Yo era un niño, lo que significaba que conocía mil y una maneras de salir a la carretera sin pisar siquiera el sendero que llevaba hasta la puerta.

Lost race?” The Prince studied Orayna, trying to see something inhuman in her. “Why have I never heard of these ‘Rathiuel’?” “Because,” Azaroth rapped his knuckles on the Prince’s skull, “you do not care to read.

Loss reshapes us and teaches us to fill ourselves with something new. If we resist, we feel as you do. Hollow. Empty.

Lo único que se lamenta es el haber sido inactivo, indeciso, vacilante. Aunque a veces la acción y la decisión producen pena y tristeza, una no se arrepiente de ellas nunca".

Love Darren? Of course not. Love is for fools not smart enough to see the path in front of them. That’s the difference between you and I, Ryiah. I see the truth and accept Darren for what he is. You just see what you want to see. It’s why I will wear the crown and bear his children while you are left wondering why you were never good enough.

Love doesn't have a calendar

Love great first lines and paragraphs. From The Yiddish Policemen's Union: Nine months Landsman's been flopping at the Hotel Zamenhof without any of his fellow residents managing to get themselves murdered. Now somebody has put a bullet in the brain of the occupant of 208, a yid who was calling himself Emanuel Lasker.

Love her enough to let her live.

Love is always perfect in a fantasy.

Love is a madness. Love is Failer - Durzo Blint

Love is not measured by acts or years, but by truth between two people.

Love. It was the only explanation. That was what love did to you. It wormed its way inside you and leeched you of your courage. It made you weak, reliant on other people's opinions and expectations. It paralyzed you.

Love is whole. Love cannot be divided from itself. Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.

Love is when you’d rather see someone one last time and die, than never see their face again.

Love knows all.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.

Love when you can, and fight when you must, but stand together and never give up, not to the enemy, and not on each other.

Lucifer had been ranting his endless laundry list of complaints for forty-five minutes now, and Louhi still didn’t know exactly what she was supposed to apologize for. There was something about her plant having eaten his cape while he had been waiting, as for the rest… She wished she could read an immortal’s thoughts, but their brains were constructs, simulations… Which actually explained a lot.

Lucille, please make them go away!” she moaned, her voice muffled. “Do you think I am a divine being sent from the celestial realm to guard you from the harsh punishment of rousing from your slumber?” “Is that a yes?” “I am surrounded by idiots.

Lungs burning, he charged forward, shadows gathering around him. Perhaps he could outrun them. But he'd never been able to before.

Luke would always remember the day of his drowning

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

«Ma come hai fatto capirlo, Clod?» si erano stupiti i miei parenti. «Come hai fatto a capire che la spilla da balia era lì?» «L’ho sentita gridare,» avevo risposto.

Ma al di sopra di tutto c'è l'amore. E se desideriamo essere più che umani, è quella la stella che dobbiamo seguire.

Mad, in exasperation, cried out to the unseen force, “Why did you summon us? There must be a reason. Tell us.” She heard a dreamlike voice. “You are Stargirls.” The voice paused, letting the fog and confusion of their nightmare to lift. Lyn found her voice, “But why us?” “You are the chosen ones by prophecy; you have proven your worthiness. A time warp brought you here. The one you opened was no accident. It was left a hundred thousand years ago just for you. Your Star training as children has prepared you well. You are ready for the next stage in your evolution.

Lyn, this was the “Aha!” moment when Desta found another astonishing skeleton. Remarkably, it appeared utterly human but existed before humans walked the Earth. Clutched in its hand a small sphere attached to an elaborate gold necklace. The sphere was not like any material on Earth. Remember when I told you our origins might lie in the stars? Well, I think we found the answer in the Afar desert Max

Magic is a dangerous thing, child. It isn’t something to use lightly.

Magic, like Photoshop, can do just about anything... but you have to learn how to use it.

Magic has a price... and so does paradise." - Pearl Dale, Mermaid Island #1

Magic isn’t a far-off phenomenon.

Magic isn't done; it's only just begun!

magic swirls about us like an invisible fog of energy that can be tapped by those gifted enough, using a variety of techniques that center on layered spelling, mumbled incantations, and a burst of concentrated thought channeled through the index fingers. The technical name for this energy is "variable electro-gravitational mutable subatomic force," which doesn't mean anything at all--confused scientists just gave it an important-sounding name so as not to lose face. The usual term is "wizidrical energy," or simply "the crackle.

Make no mistake, Marin...a Dragon Guardian may not always be the one sitting upon the throne, but he or she is the protector of the entire realm.

Magic is always impossible. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That's why it is magic.

Magic is the word illiterates use for phenomena they can’t explain.

Making friends is not a big deal. Replacing me with them after talking to them for only one bloody day is a big deal.

Make-strong old dreams lest this our world lose heart

Malevolence spilled from the woman like morning mist.

Människor … är onda.

Man leave the past in the past. That's where it belongs. The trouble with addicts is that they carry bad memories around with them - like old luggage. And in that luggage that's where they carry their blueprint for living. You got to decide what's worth keeping, and then set the rest of it on the curb for the garbage. -Joseph

Marvelous! Very exciting. I thoroughly enjoyed the story and I can't wait to read more." (About the book Dominique Ick Lessont and the Dragon Knight)

Many of the best fantastic stories begin in a leisurely way, set in commonplace surroundings, with exact, meticulous descriptions of an ordinary background, much as in a 'realistic' tale. Then a gradual - or it may be sometimes a shockingly abrupt - change becomes apparent, and the reader begins to realize that what is being described is alien to the world he is accustomed to, that something strange has crept or leapt into it. This strangeness changes the world permanently and fundamentally.

Marcus was depressingly certain that there wasn't a Dubious Person within a thousand miles.

Max, you cannot stay in the background forever. It is time to stand out in front. You have all that you need.” Analea

Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as diamond. “My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath…He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.” A love that was terrifying in its depth, but all the more enticing because of that. I thought I understood. Love could be just as destructive as hate if it became poisoned or twisted.

Matt shrugged. It was a good shrug, too. All it was missing was a beret, a stripy shirt and a Gauloise cigarette.

Maxine,” Grant said, but I barely heard him. I was lost in that vision, in those emotions—the pain, and hunger for pain, forming the root of so much agonized rage. “ ‘Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate,’” I muttered. “Yoda, from Star Wars?” “ ‘Hate leads to suffering.’” I met his gaze. “Yoda knows his shit, man.” Grant’s mouth crooked in a gentle smile.