Stephen Lloyd Jones Quotes & Sayings

Yet she felt no horror at what she had witnessed, no nausea. their lives - and their deaths - had not mattered. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Five years ago I was in love with you so utterly I thought I might go mad from it. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

I'm impressed by your protectiveness over them, but I'm only asking for an introduction. Are they so fragile they need an old man as chaperon? Do they have no tongues? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

This vocation of yours.
She knew that a hunger dwelled in her, in that place where happier emotions should reside, a hunger she could neither sate nor deny. While her compulsion to scratch that itch never faded, she knew that she performed a service to the world in these coll west London rooms. While it was work for which she would receive not a single word of thanks, its value, Etienne believed, could not be denied. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Do I even want this burden any more? Probably not, I'm too old, too tired. And what, after all. have I achieved in all this time? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He had been running ever since. Initially, because he was ashamed by the memories of what he had done; later, out of necessity. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Beads of blood defied gravity, hanging in the air like drops of dew caught in a web. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

What year was it now? He couldn't even say. But finally, the task to which he'd dedicated himself was done. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

It's not as simple as that. There's no change I could make that would stop them recognizing who I am eventually. It's difficult to explain, but they'd know. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Yet surely no afterlife could be cruel enough to accept not just her soul but all her agony. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She could not hope to overcome him, but if she could find a blade quickly enough, if she could open her wrists. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

A lot of mistakes, but all of them in the past. Some made with worthy intentions, some without. When you live a long time you get to collect a lot of mistakes. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

The rush of emotion unbalanced him, his initial outrage eclipsed by an all-consuming grief. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

There's Moses (...) Better company that some humans I've known [Sebastien] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She was an impostor here, unfit to be around these innocent lives. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Sensed his darkness; his rage; his white-knuckle self discipline. She knew that the face he wore in her presence was not his own; other than his name, it was all she knew of him, despite the length of their acquaintance. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

I share that pain. Those events have sparked anger, resentment, further division. I empathise with your anger. I understand your resentment. More than anything, I seek to heal that division. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Perhaps it was a tacit acknowledgement of her tendency to find danger, to gravitate towards self-destruction, but she'd been terrified of heights all her life. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Her expression was distant and he was ashamed to find himself hunting for sings of pain in her features, some evidence of heartache. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

- I want to atone -
He couldn't of course. Nothing he did now could atone fully for what he had done. But he could do one thing. Just one thing. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She nodded, knowing that he toyed with her, lightening her anguish, but she had no power in this exchange. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

All friendships experiences challenges, periods of difficulty. But true friendships also endure. True friendships heal. ask yourself if this is a true friendship and I hope you'll agree that is what we have. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

They were running for their lives, and when you ran for your life you had to do things, brutal things. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Her beauty was matchless, face so elegantly crafted that she appeared ethereal; unreal. But while nature had clearly bestowed the gift of physical perfection, it had not breathed the warmth of humanity into its creation. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

I've always said the world is filled with as much wonder as sorrow. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She loved him, loved the essence of him, his soul, not his shell. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Her words might have been meant for another, but they had the quality of sunlight nonetheless. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

They say there's as many as four hundred billion stars in our galaxy" he murmured. "And our galaxy's just one in perhaps five hundred billion others. That's about seventy each of you, me and every other human who walks the earth". — Stephen Lloyd Jones

It broke over him, a frothing, churning sea a images and sound, so vivid he had to close his eyes against it and hold his breath. Faces long dead; words spoken and heard; professions of love and regret and hate; episodes of intimacy as painful to recall as those characterised by violence. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Yes, yes. I've heard the argument. If we all lived as long as you, we'd be in crisis. Population explosion. The stability of our society would fracture. Chaos. Anarchy. And perhaps there's a shred of truth in that. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(He) found that articulating those feelings made him feel morose. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

The burden of that responsibility wicked the blood from hes stomach ans sent it crashing through her arteries, — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He sucked his pipe. Blew out the smoke. The clock ticked, lengthening the seconds between them. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

As if this was normal.
As if nothing had happened during the night. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He couldn't even remember her name any more. when, he caught himself wondering, had he started to forget? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He did not think he was capable of falling in love who was insane, or paranoid, or confused. So where did that leave him? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He's a good guy. Whether we can trust him or not is another matter. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) At that time I put down the paranoia. I should have trusted my instincts (...) [Hannah Wilde] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Nicole: It's daunting, isn't it?
Charles: What?
Nicole: Trust.
He nodded slowly. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Not ignoble. Don't torture yourself over it. I can't change the past but I can, hopefully, ease your fears from the future. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

The smell of her - so potent , so all-consuming - intoxicated him. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) Try not to speak ill of people in the future. You never know when they might be listening (...) — Stephen Lloyd Jones

An apology, even as sincere as the one she had just received, could repair not one hour of the suffering she had endured over the last one hundred years, but ... her thoughts trailed away from her and her mouth fell open. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

It's like a pint right here, an emptiness. There's nothing I can do to fill it. If you're telling me I can't have you, if you're really telling me that, I just don't know what I'll do. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

We've been to secretive, perhaps. For long periods in our shared history, that was a necessity born from conflict. But it is not, I am prepared to accept, a style of living compatible with the modern age. It is difficult to maintain trust that way. Even among friends. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

when she realised he was enjoying the cut-glass shrill of silence that followed, she felt a hatred for him so extreme that had it found physical release, he would have dropped to the floor with every bone in his body shattered. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She tried, and failed, to stop herself from shaking. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Ins't that the point? It's neither your right, nor your privilege, to sit in judgement of anyone. Certainly not a people about whom you know so little. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Somehow he's looked inside me and he's seen what lurks in there: that even in my grief, all I worry about is myself. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Decades of sorrow and loss, he had suffered. And all of them caused by this woman crouching in front of him with his blood on her lips. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

But I can't clean your blood and yours, I'm afraid, is tainted. We'll educate you, feed and clothe you, send you out into the world. But I can't do anything to purify your blood. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Create a mould, and pour yourself in it. See what you want to be, and be. Don't fear the pain. Pain is good. Pain is price. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

I am to be judged today. But tomorrow, in the way treat an innocent, you will all be judged. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Hunched forward, feeling his ears burning, his hands shaking. Tried to concentrate. Found his eyes flickering over sentences and phrases, retaining nothing. [Charles Meredith] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He had imagined he wanted a hundred things; a thousand. But really, even though he had not spoken his answer aloud, he found he only wanted one.
- I want this to end - — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Everything she had read in the diaries described a creature whose mind was so broken , so incapable of love in the way she understood those concepts, that any attempt to predict its behavior was an exercise in insanity. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She never liked the man. What she saw now, she liked even less. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He wondered how much time he had left before they started saying "you". — Stephen Lloyd Jones

When she kissed his mouth, she tasted blood and swallowed it. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She smelled the smoke before she saw it - acrid in her nose, bitter in her throat. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He might not have control of this situation, but the illusion of control was more pressing than its reality. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Their touch triggered an electric spasm of agony. He felt the gushing warmth of blood on his fingers. [Charles Meredith] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

even now, the building raised a conflicting set of emotions in her: memories of pain and loss, but also of healing and discovery. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

On the other hand, who knows what I know or whether what I know is even true? [Patrick Beckett] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She noticed a bitter aroma of a extinguished cigar, the citrus scent of cologne. And underneath those, an electric odour of excitement, of barely controlled fury. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

We're talking about an awareness; pure consciousness, if you like. If it helps, think of our interpretation of the soul. Do you believe you have a soul? Whether you do or you don't, it's a device that features regularly in mythology. the only difference, here, is that whereas we generally consider our souls tethered to a single body during our physical experience, the tolvajok have no such restrictions. They simply need a host. And when one host starts to die, they go on and take another. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Sometimes when you live out here alone, you forget how to treat with people. [Sebastien] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Waves of insanity and corruption seemed to flow from him. She felt buffeted by their swells. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He smiled. Rather, he widened his mouth, exposing teeth. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

They spoke of age and decay. Of atrophy and ruin. Of the inevitability of loss and the futility of hope. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She did it, she told herself, not just for the riches her exploits brought her, not just to satisfy that itch lurking at the heart of her. Some of her visitors were good souls driven half-ma with grief for deceased wives. She helped to ease their loss. The rest of her clients were driven by darker compulsions, and the decor in some of the rooms she passed reflected their tastes. In those cases, she helped the women - far lass qualified then she - who would quench those desires, willingly or unwillingly, should she choose not to make this her task. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

For so many years she'd lived a life absent of emotion or companionship or love. She'd functioned as an automaton, acting out her part without feeling, lacking even the introspection to ask why she'd cast herself in this role, or where it all might end. It hadn't even been a lonely existence because she felt no loneliness; she felt nothing. Whereas now, she felt everything. Emotions festered in her; fear pecked like a carrion bird, guilt ripped and chewed. And, at her core, that crushing sense of hopelessness, threatening to consume everything that she'd started to become. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She stopped, and he knew she had caught herself, dismayed a what she had been about to reveal. [Nicole Dubois] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Cotswold stone framed tiny sash windows gleaming with pale green paint. Wisteria vines twisted about the stone, bunches of purple flowers hanging thick and heavy with pollen. Above it all a tiled roof sagged with sage. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

perhaps that's what we thought we were. Benevolent gods.
Now look at us. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

And suddenly, magically, as she started at the single enameled button, she felt as if a plug ad been pulled somewhere deep within her, and all of her emotions - her terror and her rage and her guilt and her hate - were spiraling, draining out of her like poison from an abscess. What remained was the clarity of a single thought. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) and I can't summon any more grief. I'm empty. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Those final moments, while horrific in one sense, were intimate in another. Perhaps when you finally realized were beaten - that there really was no hope - something was triggered in the mind, allowing you to expunge, accept. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He knew she had been telling the truth when she told him she seldom asked for help. It was clear in her every interaction with him - in her speech , even in the way she held herself- that she was used to standing alone. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

For a moment she lost herself in the light, spinning in its brilliance. If the sun's heat could vaporize her as she turned, would she choose that? If she could command it to flare with energy and, in a single moment, incinerate her memories, strips away her pain, transform to ash every particle of her, every damaged fiber, biol away her tears and her grief and her guilt, would she open her arms and embrace it? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Knowledge had always been the most important weapon in all of this. [Hannah Wilde] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She may be close. She may have crawled into the bushes. She may be dying there, wanting to find somewhere peaceful, somewhere away from the sharp metal and the stink of burning and the violence and the madness. Or she's died already, alone and frightened, and wondering where you were, why you broke your promise, why you allowed this to happen. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Even now, over a half-century later, the engraved words stirred emotions in him he would rather not confront. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He grinned, the skin of his mouth streching far wider that it should have done, exposing teeth as far back as his molar. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

There have been so many untruths, I don' blame you for being confused. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) He loved his new ability to wonder freely, do what he wanted, go where he chose (...) So high on adrenaline was he that he did not notice the effect the alcohol was having upon him until he was quite drunk. By that time, an opium pipe seemed a good idea, so he tried that too. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

His hearts beat crazily in his chest, so laboured he thought it might burst. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He fell to the floor a second time, accompanied by a rain of books. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) Stage fright, if you like. Easier to hide behind a persona than to bare one's soul. I'm really not the monster you think I am. I just wanted to talk to you unencumbered by all this complications, all this ... history. [Jakab] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

In all his years he had not seen one as ancient as this, so obviously belonging to a world far older than his own. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He felts as if a tumour had burst inside his skull, — Stephen Lloyd Jones

You finally admit that you were hurt? That you can feel pain? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

It's a difficult thing to offer leadership to a people who have lost control over their future. But offer it I must. And when I look around me and see the dignity displayed by our last generation, see their elegance and their grace, it fills me with pride even as it tears at my heart. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

The pain would be awful , but at least she would be free. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

I'm sorry if you think I've played Judas. But I never agreed to play this game for these stakes, — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She did not know how the figure was, but she knew it was damaged too badly to live. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

A few minutes later, he heard, floating down the hallway outside, the steady creak of bedsprings, a metronomic nightmare in the darkness. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She preferred fear to misplaced confidence. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

For years she had lived in a vacuum of emotions, and now emotions boiled in her: love, fear, hope, shame, self-pity, pride; each struggled for supremacy, ruling only briefly, before surrendering to a contender that was sometimes darker and sometimes lighter, but always different. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

You think you're prepared for what's coming. You're not. You think you understand the nature of your adversary. You don't. You think you'll prevail here today because you command greater manpower, greater firepower. You won't. I promise you this: the way you conduct yourself over the course of this day will have great bearing on how you complete it. — Stephen Lloyd Jones