Best 105 quotes in «na quotes» category

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

She is beautiful, soft hair nearly midnight in color, large eyes nearly as dark, and ivory skin like the petals of the lily, and she wore a fragrance of jasmine. But 'tis her willfulness that I enjoyed the most. And her resourcefulness.

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

So go love someone that wants to love you back. Whoever that lad is will be one lucky person.

Sometimes it's easy to get caught up in life and take things for granted.

So this is what it’s like to have so much desire for something it clouds all fear and embarrassment.

The flames that popped up wouldn't stop coming. Like they were coming straight from her soul. Straight from her anger. Her rage coming out of her to spread like wildfire over the forest. That was her darkness. Her power and the potential it had to consume her.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.

The cloaked figure leaned over and I turned my head just as I heard the crack of bones.

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

The image of him frozen to the spot in the pouring rain would be etched into my memory forever.

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.

Therapy can’t erase scars, it only makes it easier to live with them. — Duke

‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.

The world is only as small as your mind makes it.

There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.

They say there is a fine line between love and hate. I once loved Kaleib like a brother, now I hated him with the same conviction.

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

Two Dutch, two Americans, one German and one Australian. And yet, as the rocket began to quake beneath us, my mind focused on a man in Antarctica. I thought about Sam "Snowbow" Archambeau waiting for the September sunrise to reach the South Pole. I smiled recalling him getting a haircut in a lawn chair next to the frozen barbershop pole." -- Nikki in the upcoming novel, "Nikki White: Polar Extremes" (Nikki, #3)

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

We held each other's gaze for a long moment and I willed my breath to come evenly instead of the uneven gasps that I felt. Trent's eyes drifted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes again before we wrenched our eyes away from one another.

We're a symphony--our limbs and lips and skin making up the instruments, working together to create a beautiful piece of music.

We’re not together anymore. Don’t forget it. There is a pause before he responds. Hard to forget that. The gaping hole in my chest that was left when u ripped my heart out kind of reminds me every time I breathe.

What if I wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right and we went crashing into those mist-shrouded trees? Hell, Jane’s hunkload of men would probably appear from nowhere to rescue us, throwing themselves in front of the car to protect my beautiful friend.

What if just you and I hung out, like last summer?" Nick sat up and began twirling a lock of my wet hair around his finger. "Josh never needs to know.

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

When the time comes, don’t be afraid to open the door, just make sure you choose the right one.

When you love someone it feels like their blood runs through your veins, their breath fills your lungs, their heart makes yours beat, and without them everything stops.” “Fuck. That sounds tragic.” Tell me about it. “It is.” I bend to kiss him again, this time on the forehead. “But it’s worth it.

Who says you’ll get hurt again?” I pouted. “Have you met you?” “Right.

You are sitting in my chair, my lord." She said the words very civilly, she thought. Although he quirked a brow and lowered his chin as if giving her one of those looks. Like really? In a way that wasn't a question. She was telling a fae king, a hawk fae king, and a guest of the dark fae, that he should be sitting in her seat? But she didn't stop there. "You may sit there if it pleases you." She pointed to Micala's seat since he was not at the meal. Her mother's mouth gaped and for once she didn't have an immediate rebuke ready for Ritasia. The king gave Ritasia such a sinister smile, she was afraid she might have gone a little too far with her first encounter with him. She quickly remembered her manners, curtseyed, though, because she wasn't wearing a gown, she thought she looked a little ridiculous, then looked back up at him.

You can come if you want, but I'm going with or without you. Unless you're scared?

You need to fear me, not hate me." I did. I feared him. But I think I hated him more. No, I knew I hated him more. For what he'd done. For what he was doing. For the betrayal. Most of all, for tarnishing something so beautiful and making it ugly. I trusted him. I gave myself to him, and he took me, peeled back layers of my soul until he saw it all. Then he took me.

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.

You turn me on.” He cups my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and a tear off my cheek.” “God, you turn me on. You're driving me crazy. I want you to need my hands on you. Do you?

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

Be happy. Be free. You have a universe inside you.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

Believe me, I knew you enjoyed it without voicing it that way. It was like your body screamed for me to take you." All too true, but I didn't like it to be told aloud. I arched an eyebrow, something I couldn't do when sober. "I'm pretty sure if I put a hand on your crotch, you're sporting a boner. It works both ways.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

Dude, don’t die out here.

Absolutely. No more pretending!

Are you going to sit or are you afraid I’ll suck your blood?” “No, I am not afraid.” “Then come sit next to me.” ~ Trent and Kiara: Scarred

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

Charlee has my arm. She has my arm—my arm that’s rigid from pleasure, from her touch—in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she’s right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Don't see me as a girl. See me as a buddy of yours or something." He cast his eyes downward and didn't look back up to my face. I looked down and groaned. Such a guy. "My buddies don't have boobs, as far as I know." "Because you felt them up to be sure?" I chuckled, against my better judgement. Once again, his mouth dropped open.