Best 49 quotes in «mac quotes» category

Ryodan finished filling the gas tank, opens the door, and gets back in. "Ow! If you sit on me one more time." I growl at him, "I'm going to kill you." "Good luck with that. Don't fucking move every time I get out. You're on my side of the seat again." "Watch out for my indent," I say crossly. "Hummer, Mac. Nothing causes indents. Except grenades." "I have several of those," Jada says. "Persist with your pointless bickering, I'll share one. Pin out." I ignore her. "I'm cramped. I need to stretch." "So, get out when I do." "I'm afraid you'll leave me behind since you can't see me." "I'd leave you behind if I could see you." "Christ, would the two of you just shut up?" Dageus growls. You've been at it for hours. I think I have a headache.

Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered." "Ha." -Mac and V'Lane

Sex either blows your fucking mind, or it’s not good enough.

So?" Mac says. I shrug. "Oh, come on! Don't tell me you didn't feel something? That you didn't enjoy it?" "It was nice, I guess." "You guess?" Mac laughs and swipes his hair from his brow. "Tough crowd." "Yeah, well, I guess you are an acquired taste.

Sonsuz hayat sonsuz sabır gerektirir. Yeterince uzun yaşarsan, bugün ilgini çekiyorsa bugünün iyi olduğunu düşünebilirsin. Yanlış veya doğru, bütün ahlaki değerler, bütün erdemler yok olabilir.

Stop staring at my dick," he growled. Oh, yes it was definitely an illusion. "Barrons loved me staring at his dick,"I informed it. "he would have been happy if I'd stared at his dick all day long, composing odes to its perfection.

They'll try to kill you." "Good thing I'm hard to kill." Only one thing concerned me. "Will you?" "Never. I'm the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die.

Things we had, like respect and trust, but also freely expressed desires and accountability to whatever degree it took to make both people happy. It took work, a willingness to fight passionately and fairly--out of bed, not just in it--commitment and honesty. It took waking up and saying each day, "I hold this man sacred and always will. He's my sun, moon, and stars." It took letting the other person in; a thing I'd stopped doing. It took being unafraid to ask for what you wanted, to put yourself on the line, to risk it all for love.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching.

What you do in your dreams is never your choice. But it made me happy anyway.

Sen Fiona'ya nasıl hitap ediyorsun? Fio! Aman ne etkileyici.Casa Blanc'da o McCabe denen tuhaf adamı gördüğümüz geceki salak kızın adı neydi peki? Marilyn!'' ''Adını hatırladığına inanamıyorum,'' diye mırıldandı. ''Ona ilk ismiyle hitap ediyordun ama ondan hoşlanmıyordun bile.Ama bana ismimle hitap etmiyorsun.Ama yo, ben Bayan Lane'im.Sonsuza kadar.'' ''İsim meselesine neden böyle kafayı taktın anlamıyorum Mac,'' diye bağırdı. ''Jericho,'' diye bağırdım ben de ona, sonra da onu ittim. Tek eliyle iki bileğimi birden kavradığı için vuramadım ona.Çılgına göndüm.Kafa attım.

Yeah. Think I'll have to pass on the sex, though.” “We don't have to have sex just because you're staying the night.” “Oh! I thought it was the standard fee for the pillow, but now when I know better...” “I might take that back...” “Too late!” she laughed.

You only really fall apart in front of the people you know can piece you back together.

You're the wildcard Mac. I've thought that since the beginning. This thing thinks you're epic. So do I. -Barrons

You want to fight or fuck, Mac?" I bounced from foot to foot, wired with fury and sexual energy. I may never understand why I always feel them together around him but I sure as hell can enjoy it. "Both." "Think you can take me?" "Going to damn well try." "Think you'll survive it?" I stabbed a finger in his chest and smiled up at him. "I think I'm gonna own it. Jericho." He growled low in his chest. "Bring it the fuck on, Mac." I brought it.

All I can think is: His head is gone and I don’t know how to merge with the Book.

Your wish, my command, MacKayla.” He smiled. “Shall we spend tomorrow at the beach together?” Barrons moved beside me. “She’s busy tomorrow.” “Are you busy tomorrow, MacKayla?” “She’s working on old texts with me.” V’lane gave me a pitying look. “Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore.” “We’re translating the Kama Sutra,” Barrons said, “with interactive aids.” I almost choked. “You’re never around during the day.” “Why is that?” V’lane was the picture of innocence. “I’ll be around tomorrow,” Barrons said. “All day?” I asked. “The entire day.” “She will be naked on a beach with me.” “She’s never been naked in a bed with you. When she comes, she roars.” “I know what she sounds like when she comes. I have given her multiple orgasms merely by kissing her.” “I’ve given her multiple orgasms by fucking her. For months, fairy.

All I want is someone decent.” She sniffled again, her eyes filling with tears. “You know? Kind. Good. Like in all those love stories I’m such an expert on. It can’t just be fiction. It can’t. Those guys are out there, I know it. I just can’t find them.” Those guys were out there. In fact, one was watching us right now, somewhere nearby. Keeping his distance, knowing she needed me to herself right then, but still, just outside the door.

A Seelie. A fucking prince,” Lor said. “He’s got a couple hundred more Seelie from a dozen different castes waiting outside. Threatening war. Demanding you shut the place down, stop feeding the Unseelie.” I gasped, “V’lane?” “You told him to come!” Ryodan accused. “She knows him?” Lor exploded. “It’s her other boyfriend,” Ryodan said. “Besides Darroc?” one of the other men demanded. Lor glared at Barrons. “When are you going to wise up and shut that bitch down for good?

And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her

All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.

As he fills me, I wonder if—in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume—we don’t really “make” love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world. Because when he’s in me, I feel the space around us changing, charging, and it seems to set off some kind of feedback loop, where the more he touches me, the more I need him to. Having sex with Barrons sates my need. Then feeds it. Sates, then feeds. It’s a never-ending cycle. I get out of bed with him, frantic to be back in it again. And I— “—hated you for it,” he says gently. That was my line. “I never get enough, Mac. Drives me bug-fuck. I should kill you for what you make me feel.” I understand perfectly. He is my vulnerability. I would become Shiva, the world-eater, for him.

Bir sürü tren enkazı gördüğüm için rayların ne zaman kilitlendiğini, frenlerin ne zaman patladığını bilirim. Aşağısı tren enkazlarıyla dolu Mac. Tek bir şey ilgimi çekiyor. Potansiyel.

Daniel swept Ainsley into a strong hug. "I knew you'd come back. Didn't I say so? Dad!” he bellowed up the stairs as he set Ainsley on her feet. "It’s Ainsley!" "He knows, lad". Mac laughed. "I think the whole county knows.

Don’t lose yourself in anger, Mac. It’s gasoline. You can burn it as fuel, or you can use it to torch everything you care about and end up standing on a scorched battlefield, with everybody dead, even you - only your body doesn’t have the good grace to quit breathing.

Each time I thought I'd felt all I could for him, there was more.

For as long as I could remember, other people had either overshadowed me or left me out in the open, alone. But Mac, as Layla had said all those weeks ago, was always somewhere nearby. He left me enough space to stand alone, but stood at the ready for the moment that I didn’t want to. It was the perfect medium, I was learning. Like he was my saint, the one I’d been waiting for.

Had he stood outside my door as I'd stood outside his, fists at his sides, lips drawn back? Did it have him as bad as it had me? Was it eating at him, gnawing at him with the same sharp vicious little teeth that wouldn't let me sleep? Yes, it was. I could see the rage of insatiable uninvited lust in every line of that dark, stoic face that had once been too subtly etched for me to read. I wasn't the only one lying awake at night, fevered with memories, tossing, turning, soaking my sheets, burning up--not for Fae sex, but him, damn it all to hell, him.

He had a nice smile. Seeing it, I felt like I’d won a prize, because he was so sparing with them.

He is so beautiful that he makes a part of my soul weep. I don't understand those tears. They aren't like the ones I cry for Alina. They aren't made of water and salt. I think they're made of blood.

But we have to— No we don’t. But we can’t— Yes we can. But she doesn’t— She’ll figure it out. But it’s— Not your fault and not your problem. But I’m the one— Bloody hell, Ms. Lane, how many “buts” are you going to throw at me besides the only one I want?

He moves in, standing close without touching. He doesn’t need to. I sometimes think our atoms are so glad to see each other that they send little messengers back and forth, ferrying desire, strength, and love between the islands we are.

He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.

He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?' I scowled. "Ass, Barrons.

He was furious with me. I didn’t care. He was back. He was alive. My heart did a flip- flop. I thrilled to his presence. I would anywhere, anytime, under any circumstances. No matter what he was, what he’d done.

I couldn‘t tell the difference between the two of you anymore!" he roared. I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It‘s the truths we work hardest to silence. Then you weren‘t looking hard enough! I‘m the one with boobs!" I know you‘re the one with boobs!They‘re in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around!

Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.

I didn’t want to hide the memory from you. I wanted to cram it down your goddamn throat. I wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked. Well, Ms. Lane, you’ve got your precious memory back. Will you throw me away now?

I don't have any idea what to wear anymore, so I tried to cover all bases." "Try skin." "Little chilly for that." We looked at each other across the coffee table. His eyes didn't say, I'd heat you up, and mine didn't say What are you waiting for? He didn't reply, Fuck if I'm making the first move, so I was careful not to say, I wish you would, because I can't, because I'm... and he didn't snap ...choking on your pride?! "As if you aren't." "Excuse me?" "Really Barrons," I said drily. "I'm not the only one who didn't just not have that conversation, and you know it." There was the faint, sexy lift of his lip. "You're a piece of work, Ms. Lane." "Right back at you.

I don't believe Barrons is out to destroy mankind. I don't think he particularly cares much for mankind, but I don't think he has any deep-seated desire to see us all wiped out.

I felt like a child plucking daisy petals: I trust him, I trust him not, I trust him, I trust him not.

If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will! Wrists. Beam. Chained already Barrons. Come up with a new threat.

I pull out my laptop, which is probably the most advanced piece of technology that has ever crossed the threshold of Lapin's lair, and set it up on a stack of heavy books, all from the Wayback-list. The shiny MacBook looks like a hapless alien trying to blend in with the quiet stalwarts of human civilization I crack it open - glowing alien guts revealed! - and cue the visualization as Lapin crosses the room with two cups in two saucers.

Odd way to dress for an investigation," Barrons murmured. "She's not Dani anymore," Ryodan clipped. "Would you rather she had on jeans and sneakers?" I said. "I'd rather she had on a fucking suit of armor," Ryodan said cooly. And a chastity belt if I could read the looks in a man's eyes. And I could. "She's a woman, Ryodan," I said softly. "Get used to it. Dancer was right. We need to accept her." (Mac, Barrons and Ryodan as Dani/Jada walks into Chesters)

Isabella is busy," Louisa said. "She's frantically finishing preparations for the supper ball, as you know. I ought to be helping her." She fixed Mac a look. "So should you." "I am helping her. I'm minding the children. A good husband knows when to stay out of the way of the whirling household.

I wanted to walk beside this man for a long time, and to do that I'd have to be able to be completely myself.

One minute you think you’ve got the world by the balls, the next minute you don’t know where the fuck the world’s balls are.” “Sure I do,” I say irritably. “Right next to the world’s big fat hairy asshole, upon which I seem to be stuck in superglue lately, waiting for it to have its next case of explosive diarrhea.

He turned to face me and his eyes widened. "Are you crying?" He sounded a little panicked, like the sight of a crying girl was scarier than anything that had happened over the past forty-eight hours.