Heritage does not equal destiny.
There are no coincidences. And everything means something.
Better stupid and safe that smart and dead.
Of course, when we got home, we found that Dagda had peed on my down comforter. He had also eaten part of Mom's maidenhair fern and barfed it up on the carpet. Then he had apparently worked himself into a frenzy sharpening his ting by amazingly effective claws on the armrest of my dad's favorite chair. Now he was asleep on a pillow, curled up like a fuzzy little snail. "God, he's so cute," I said, shaking my head.
I feel like a fox in a henhouse full of Catholic girls.
Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick.
Robbie turned to the house again. "Got a flashlight?" "Of course not." I smirked. "That would make me too well prepared, wouldn't it?
Stay here!" he commanded me, then he raced off after Cal. I stopped for just a moment. Then I ran after them.
You have to admit he's good looking," Bree pressed, leaning against my kitchen counter. "Of course I admit it. I'm not blind," I said, busily opening cans.
I don't love you. But I see the value of you, the incredible worth of you, more than anyone I've ever known.
You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.
Being good is something that one must choose over and over again, every day, throughout the day, for the rest of one’s life.
It was all I could do to not knock him down right there in front of Asher and climb on him. If I stunned him with a frying pan first, he might not struggle too much.
I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.
My face is not that expressive!
I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.
Being good is something that one must choose over and over again, every day, throughout the day, for the rest of one's life," Asher said. "A day is made of a thousand decisions, most small, some huge. With each decision you have the chance to work toward light, or sink toward darkness.
Over my dead body, I thought. Yes, even immortals use that phrase. It has extra oomph for us.
I didn't know where this stuff was coming from - all of a sudden I was a little magickal sprite, bonding with my stone, feeling my earth roots, la la la... All I can is describe the way it felt. And that was how it felt. So sue me. Was I swaying? I felt like I might be swaying.
I should have known the power-hungry slave drivers at River's Edge would see my five days of freedom only as a challenge to be filled.
You went to all that trouble just for my body?" I said, amazed and so grateful. Reyn looked up, irritation on his face. "Yeah. We were going to have you stuffed, as an example to future students." I grinned, "You could put me on wheels, move me from room to room.
Come with me," Reyn said. "I want to show you something." Frankly, I had expected something more original. "Really?" I asked, "That's it? That's what you came up with?
No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad." -Nastasya
The Goddess teaches us that every ending is also a beginning. May there be rebirth from this death.
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