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No one can tell your story so tell it yourself. No one can write your story so write it yourself.

Non tutte le parole sono precipitate al suolo» disse Lucio, trovando infine il coraggio di guardarmi negli occhi. Mi sforzai di dire qualcosa. «No?» «No» continuò, il volto ammorbidito. Era sollevato che avessi deciso di aprire bocca. «Sembra che alcune parole siano più pesanti di altre.

No–one believes they’re a hero. But that doesn’t mean they’re not heroic - Captain Spectre.

No one can destroy the love God has for you. When you abide in truth, you also abide in love. And truth is evidence of love. Nothing can destroy the power of trusting and loving unconditionally.

No one had fought back. His friends had not retaliated and morphed into monsters. They had fallen like flies. Perhaps such evil did not lurk in the others. Perhaps he's been wrong. The thought came to him suddenly, stopping his heart as if he'd been yanked from the dance hall and flung countries and time-zones away only to crash into arctic waters. It marked the end of something, as revelations often do. He was the monsters.

No one is ever beyond redemption, if they choose to walk that path.

No one is vulnerable unless you're invulnerable.

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

No one ever said you can’t have world dominance and a little romance too.

Noontime was absolutely the perfect time for a duel in the dragon’s opinion as this was also lunchtime, his favorite part of the day. As the saying went, he could kill two birds with one stone.

No puedes fallarnos, ni a nosotros ni a ti. Aunque te canses, aunque te hartes, aunque la necesidad convierta a los perros en lobos… no te falles, Gryal. No dejes de amar.

Normally, she would never wish a head injury on anyone, but it might make her days in Archival Studies a bit easier.

No, really,” she said. “We get it. Sometimes the guy just makes you crazy, even if you do love him.

- No pongas esa cara – lo consoló el ente – Hay más beneficios que prejuicios en todo esto, por eso me llamaste. - Lo hice por mi hija… El negociante asintió complacido. - Puedo prometerte que cumpliré mi parte del trato pero – levantó un dedo y con él señaló a Gaspar – Tú debes cumplir la tuya. - ¿Tengo otra opción? – refunfuñó el hombre. La criatura sonrió como un zorro. - No, de hecho no.

No satan can unsettle what God has settled.

No sooner had the thought occurred to him than he found himself staring down the barrel of a single-shot caplock pistol, and halted in his tracks. It was not a particularly accurate weapon if he remembered correctly, not that it would matter at point-blank range.

No soy muy buena para hablar con la gente, punto. Y, de todos modos, lo que necesito no es un amigo. No en este momento, cuando prefiero pintar a intentar encajar con los demás. Necesito una mamá que no me mire como si fuera un mueble usado que no combina con el estilo de la casa. Necesito empezar de nuevo. Necesito una vida de verdad.

Not a day went by that he didn't think of that moment of impact, and when he watched, helplessly, as his son died in his arms. For all intents and purposes, he died too. Jeb Richardson sealed his heart that day; he closed his mind. He cursed god, gave up on his dreams, and turned away from love altogether.

Note: orc buoyancy is limited. Avoid fighting the damnable rebels near shoddily-built dams in the future.” – Extract from the journal of Dread Emperor Malignant II

Not as much as it bothers me that you just grabbed me without even trying to warn me first. If you’re trying to undo ages of prejudice, maybe you should start by acting civil.

Not a wonder you are out camping with us princess,” Rizz said dryly. Falita gave a clearing snort of her opposite nostril and looked up. “Why's that?” “One can't go snorting and blowing snot all over a castle. It would ruin the décor!” Falita ignored the comment. “A bath would certainly freshen things up.” “You've bathed three times in five days. How many more baths do you need?” Artamos asked. “Enough to stay clean, and I don't recall either of you bathing on this trip.” “I don't need to Princess,” Rizz replied. “I have my own naturally sweet odor.” Falita scrunched up her nose, “I'm aware of that, and it is not pleasing in camp.

Not all Fantasy stories come from an empty box, instead; it comes from the heart of imagination.

No, that's where you are wrong. Your mind was full of sadness and darkness. That is a very different thing entirely. On earth it's nearly impossible to know it, but our minds are not at all who we are. Our brains are just an organ. When we died, our minds died too. All of this, all of what is to come, it's your soul. Our souls never die. They are the very root of who we are, not what we are, but who we are.

No. That would not be him. He would not die on a battlefield, choking on blood and honor without making any difference at all.

Nothing good can come from a crack of dawn meeting on a Monday morning.

Nothing haunts the world more than the words of the dead.

Nothing is certain in this life; there is little sense in fear of the inevitable. We fight for the things that must change, and pray for matters beyond our control.

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

Nothing is truly real until one is willing to believe in it.

Nothing is more important to me than keeping you safe." - Nathan

Nothing is what one thinks it is. Cloth is stone and circus is an art. There are no certainties.

—No todos los hombres están destinados a hacer grandes cosas —le recordé. —¿Estás seguro, Traspié? ¿Estás seguro de eso? ¿De qué sirve vivir la vida si no ha de suponer ninguna diferencia para el devenir del mundo? Me cuesta imaginar algo más triste. [...] ¿Por qué no iba a decir a su vecino el granjero que planta una semilla, esta semilla que planto hoy dará de comer a alguien algún día, y así es como yo hoy cambio el mundo?

Not many years before the Happening, one of your country's largest religious bodies officially declared that their book was holier than their God, thus simultaneously and corporately breaking several commandments of their own religion, particularly the first one. Of course they liked the book better! It was full of magic and contradictions that they could quote to reinforce their bigoted and hateful opinions, as I well know, for I chose many parts of it from among the scrolls and epistles that were lying around in caves here and there. They're correct that a god picked out the material; they just have the wrong god doing it. (The small god in Ch. 44)

Nowhere on Earth was stupidity prized anymore.

Now he understood what it was to be a man: that it was to be weak as well as strong, to be foolish sometimes and wise sometimes, to know love as well as to kill. And he had learned that there were other paths for him, other gods who called in the deep places of the earth, in the lap of wavelets on the shore, in the breath of the wind. He had learned that there were other kinds of courage. He knew, with deep certainty, that the islands held a new path for him. He need only move forward and find it.

:No,: Wareska said at once, :we should go back.: She heard the horse laugh softly into her mind. :Wareska,: he said in amusement, :it is not like you to ever look back.: :I look back when sense dictates.: :It is hard for horses to look back. We don’t really have shoulders. I guess we look back over our butt?:

Now I am their sword. And I do not forgive. I do not forget. So let him lead me onto his shuttle. Let him think he owns me. Let him welcome into his house, so I might burn it down. But then his daughter takes my hand, and I feel all the lies fall heavy on my shoulders. They say a kingdom divided against itself cannot stand. They made no mention of the heart.

Now, it’s undeniably true that male writers (including yours truly) are generally and commercially allowed to write about “girl stuff” without being penalized for doing so. In part this is the same old shit it’s always been ... I’ve said before that men who write mostly about men win prizes for revealing the human condition, while women who write about both men and women are filed away as writing “womens’ issues.” Likewise, in fantasy, the imprimatur of a dude somehow makes stuff like romance, relationship drama, introspection, and adorable animal companions magically not girly after all. In a sense, we male fantasists are allowed to be like money launderers for girl cooties." [Game of Thrones and Invisible Cootie Vectors (blog post, March 30, 2014)]

Now, where had I heard drinking and brawling before? Oh right, Ashley’s father. Well, I wasn’t doing that again.

Now she could smell what the jaguar could smell, odors deeper and richer than anything she had experienced before, layers of smell she could read like Fray Tomás had read the words in her father’s book: the wet decay of leaves, the death fear of a mouse, the poisonous cloy of datura, water and mud and insects, the wind carrying the smell of other animals, the wind itself, and the girl, of course, always the girl with her juicy flesh. The girl smelled incredibly good. Should the jaguar do this? Should Teresa eat herself?

Now kneel, fools, and witness my ascension to GODHOOD!” – Last words of Dread Empress Sinistra IV, the Erroneous

No wolf falters before the bite, so strike. No hawk wavers before the dive, so swing. No sun pauses before the set, just strike. No rain delays before the fall, just swing.

Now wasn’t the time for freaking out, I needed to know what the hell I’m dealing with. I took another breath and turned. Facing me was my former friend, their loyal sidekick, and the unwilling participant. “I’m insulted.” Devin’s eyebrow arched. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. Since I’ve been on this expedition, you’ve treated me as less than. You’ve insulted my intelligence, and not just mine but Mr. Chowdhry’s as well.” Devin rose from their chair and approached the tube. “I apologize Vee, I didn’t mean-” “I’m talking Dr. Strucker.” Devin returned to their seat. “If I’m one of the best scientists as you’ve claimed, then why haven’t you treat me that way? I want answers, real hardcore answers. Enough with the bullshit.” Marahi burst into applause as Nurse Hughes stared in disapproval. “What?” He inquired. Devin shook their head. “I said what I said Devin. I’ve been threatened, transformed into what I'm not sure, and you’ve kept me in the dark this whole time. It ends now.” Devin stood again and replied, “You’re right Dr. Foy. I haven’t given you the respect you deserve. For that I’m sorry.” They then turned to Marahi. “I also apologize to you Mr. Chowdhry.” Marahi grunted in acknowledgment. “I accept your apology. Now get to the facts.

Now that the mess is sorted out, I have urgent business to return to.” “I thought you were playing cards?” Ephretti said, surprise on her face. “Precisely.

Now there was great rejoicing at the rumor of Alderic's quest, for all folk knew that he was a cautious man, and they deemed that he would succeed and enrich the world, and they rubbed their hands in the cities at the thought of largesse; and there was joy among all men in Alderic's country, except perchance among the lenders of money, who feared they would soon be paid. And there was rejoicing also because men hoped that when the Gibbelins were robbed of their hoard, they would shatter their high-built bridge and break the golden chains that bound them to the world, and drift back, they and their tower, to the moon, from which they had come and to which they rightly belonged. There was little love for the Gibbelins, though all men envied their hoard. ("The Hoard Of The Gibbelins")

Nu är sista hoven trampad.

Obedient to her captain's will, The Black Pearl followed her dark angel over the azure water; as fast as the wind, as free as the men who sailed her. it was almost as though she knew she was a legend in the making, destined for adventures both great and terrible...

No. You surpass us all." Beside me she looked colorless and frail. "You are like a living rose among wax flowers. We may last forever, but you bloom brighter and smell sweeter, and draw blood with your thorns.

- Nu te teme, fiule. Nu este nimic mai periculos acolo decât este aici. Dacă sfârşitul tău te aşteaptă cumva la una dintre cotituri, află că acelaşi sfârşit te pândeşte şi aici. Nu este chip să evadăm din această cuşcă pe care singuri ne-am construit-o împrejur. Dar am încredere că soarta ta nu va fi să sfârşeşti repede, ci să aduci cu tine o altă viaţă pentru aceşti nenorociţi care trăiesc în întuneric.

Obwohl Ollowain die Burg schon hunderte Male gesehen hatte, berührte ihr Anblick ihn stets aufs Neue. Es war ein Gefühl, wie es sonst nur Musik in ihm erwecken konnte, das traurige Lied einer Flöte vielleicht oder melancholisches Harfenspiel. Ein Schmerz, der sich nicht in Worte fassen ließ, süß und durchdringend.