All Lucian Quotes & Sayings

Grinning like the arrogant bastard he was,Lucian dipped his head and,with his teeth,drew her shirt all the way up to her neck."Tell me you don't belong to me."
Bron gasped as the cool air hit her skin.
"I don't belong to you."
He kissed the curve of her breast,then down to her belly."Oh,lass,the scent of your wet pussy says different. — Laura Wright

The poor wretches have convinced themselves that they are going to be immortal and live for all time, by worshipping that crucified sophist and living under his laws ... they receive these doctrines by tradition, without any definite evidence. So if any charlatan or trickster comes among them, he quickly acquires wealth by imposing upon these simple people. — Lucian

-I gave you your life.
-You gave me chains.
-I thought you would have learned by now after all these years; you cannot have one without the other. — Patrick Tatopoulos

The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really. — Lucian

Painting is sometimes like those recipes where you do all manner of elaborate things to a duck, and then end up putting it on one side and only using the skin. — Lucian Freud

She kept it all inside, she pretended it was all normal while she fought not to drown and dared not cry. Not where they could see. — Lucian Bane

I intend to take your fucking denial. If I have to keep you tied all fucking day and night. I'm going to strip you down. Until you're drowning in pain and betrayal, until there is nothing but the blood in your past, and me. Saving you. — Lucian Bane

I look down and cringe as I see Lucian's modified boxer shorts. "My panties are too tight," I say defensively. "It was either these or nothing at all." "And you picked the first option?" She shakes her head. "When in doubt, go commando. — Sydney Landon

I always felt that my work hadn't much to do with art; my admirations for other art had very little room to show themselves in my work because I hoped that if I concentrated enough the intensity of scrutiny alone would force life into the pictures. I ignored the fact that art, after all, derives from art. Now I realize that this is the case. — Lucian Freud

didn't choose that life," she patted her chest rapidly. "That was me, that was me. God never wanted that, I promise you, baby. God loves you," she cried, bitterly. "Who do you think helped me escape? It was Kane, and who do you think told him to help me?" She pointed up and nodded, her teary eyes wide and hopeful. "That's right, the Man upstairs, He told Kane to help me. And he listened." She gasped several times, face crimping in agony again. "But I didn't. I knew better than that life, I knew it was wrong but I was young and stupid. Don't you fucking listen to those lies in your head," she hissed. "All lies. The truth is in here," she pressed her palm firmly to his chest. "It's all in here. — Lucian Bane

Broken or whole... you're all mine. You... are all mine! ~Sade~ — Lucian Bane

He read her symptoms and paused at I have bouts of crying. Anger. And desire. Desire? What did that mean? What kind? Exactly the details he needed and didn't care to ask. He noticed a line at the bottom and his heart hammered as he read. If you have any needs Dante. Any at all, I would be very happy to meet them. The fuck did that mean? His dick interpreted twenty sexual positions out of it. — Lucian Bane

We're all broken in some way. Maybe a little maybe a lot. Life bends us, shapes us, molds us, makes us, breaks us. Not a damn thing for us to be ashamed of, but it's something we need to come to grips with. No need to cry about it, mope about it, be pissed about it, holler about it, moan and groan about it. It's something we face and deal with. Because whether we like it or not, whether we realize it or not, want it or not, we have to take responsibility for who we are — Lucian Bane

Wolves? I should have known. Of course you have wolves. Doesn't everybody?" She snapped her fingers. "The gun, Lucian. Hand it over. I've decided I have to shoot you after all. It's the only way to preserve my sanity. — Christine Feehan

What is desecration?" He spit again, eying him and Solomon realized he had tobacco in his lower lip. "You like playin with the dead, son?" "No sir," Solomon said. "Not at all." "Well you is. — Lucian Bane

Give me a scholar, therefore, who is able to think and to write, to look with an eye of discernment into things, and to do business himself, if called upon, who hath both civil and military knowledge; one, moreover, who has been in camps, and has seen armies in the field and out of it; knows the use of arms, and machines, and warlike engines of every kind; can tell what the front, and what the horn is, how the ranks are to be disposed, how the horse is to be directed, and from whence to advance or to retreat; one, in short, who does not stay at home and trust to the reports of others: but, above all, let him be of a noble and liberal mind; let him neither fear nor hope for anything; otherwise he will only resemble those unjust judges who determine from partiality or prejudice, and give sentence for hire: but, whatever the man is, as such let him be described. — Lucian Of Samosata

The painter makes real to others his innermost feelings about all that he cares for. A secret becomes known to everyone who views the picture through the intensity with which it is felt. — Lucian Freud

The world is fleeting; all things pass away; Or is it we that pass and they that stay? — Lucian

All to prove to her I'm not lying and I'm not sleeping around on her. She's a vagina with arms, and legs, and two faces. Do you know what it's like to have your penis ridden by a two-hundred thirty pound woman?" He stood now, looking traumatized. — Lucian Bane

The American soldier demonstrated that, properly equipped, trained and led, he has no superior among all the armies of the world. — Lucian

For history, I say again, has this and this only for its own: if a man will start upon it, he must sacrifice to no God but Truth; he must neglect all else; his sole rule and unerring guide is this - to think not of those who are listening to him now, but of the yet unborn who shall seek his converse. — Lucian

She cackled. "Don't reckon he'd be up for that-n." "I don't reckon at all," Solomon said, going over to kneel before her for inspection. "How are those legs of yours?" "Sexy as all get out," she said, pulling her bathrobe up and wagging her feet. "I could probably out run yah, but don't want to make you look pitiful. — Lucian Bane

My goodness, I am made from planets and wood, diamonds and orange peels, now and then, here and there; the iron in my blood was once the blade of a Roman plow; peel back my scalp and you will see my cranium covered in the scrimshaw carved by an ancient sailor who never suspected he was whittling at my skull - no, my blood is a Roman plow, my bones are being etched by men with names that mean sea wrestler and ocean rider and the pictures they are making are pictures of northern stars at different seasons, and the man keeping my blood straight as it splits the soil is named Lucian and he will plant wheat, and I cannot concentrate on this apple, this apple, and the only thing common to all of this is that I feel sorrow so deep, it must be love, and they are upset because while they are carving and plowing they are troubled by visions of trying to pick apples from barrels. — P. Harding

He rolled her onto her back, not breaking his amazing kiss. "You blew my mind," he whispered back before pulling away and stroking her mouth with his fingers. "These lips," he said. "Are all mine." The winded words came with a shake of his head. "I will not share them or any other part of you. Ever. I am so very possessive." He licked and sucked at her lips making her dizzy. "Do you know what that means, do you understand? — Lucian Bane

The good historian, then, must be thus described: he must be fearless, uncorrupted, free, the friend of truth and of liberty; one who, to use the words of the comic poet, calls a fig a fig, and a skiff a skiff, neither giving nor withholding from any, from favour or from enmity, not influenced by pity, by shame, or by remorse; a just judge, so far benevolent to all as never to give more than is due to any in his work; a stranger to all, of no country, bound only by his own laws, acknowledging no sovereign, never considering what this or that man may say of him, but relating faithfully everything as it happened. — Lucian Of Samosata

The painter's obsession with his subject is all that he needs to drive him to work. — Lucian Freud

Come on Beautiful," he called softly. "Come back to me. Don't leave me like this." The ache in his beautiful voice tugged hard in her chest. But the fear said if she moved, if she came out, she would find it was all just a dream. — Lucian Bane

Beneath the St. Lucian sun, with a wisp of a tropical breeze, he kissed her with all the pent-up desire that had built within him since he'd first laid eyes on her. She parted her satiny, supple lips and he deepened their kiss, each sweep of her tongue sending a new wave of pleasure pulsing through him. — Tracy March

She was stupid and lonely. So desperate to be touched and loved with a good love. I need you, don't leave me, you're all I have... ~Isadore — Lucian Bane

Now here's a shocker for the men. Maybe. Did you guys know that most women express love through words and non-sexual affection? Caressing, kissing and cuddling?" He nodded smiling. "And women, did you know what non-sexual caressing, kissing, and cuddling makes a man want?" They were all quiet now. They were connecting it. "Sex. That's right. Vicious cycle isn't it? — Lucian Bane

He was the epitome of danger and safe all in one breath." ~Isadore Taylor — Lucian Bane

Nicholas nodded."All right.He stays.But I want to see him and speak to him first."
"Are you going to give him a hug?"Lucian drawled,"Tell him everything's going to be all right?Share some feelings perhaps? — Laura Wright

The historian should be fearless and incorruptible; a man of independence, loving frankness and truth; one who, as the poets says, calls a fig a fig and a spade a spade. He should yield to neither hatred nor affection, not should be unsparing and unpitying. He should be neither shy nor deprecating, but an impartial judge, giving each side all it deserves but no more. He should know in his writing no country and no city; he should bow to no authority and acknowledge no king. He should never consider what this or that man will think, but should state the facts as they really occurred. — Lucian

The truth is hidden from us. Even if a mere piece of luck brings us straight to it, we shall have no grounded conviction of our success; there are so many similar objects, all claiming to be the real thing. — Lucian

We live in the present but we relate to our origins; we have an indisputable identity but we valorize it through the identity of our ancestors. That all this belongs to the realm of the historical and political imaginary does not mean that it is without significance: quite the contrary. In strict reality we are separated from the distant past, but by its imaginary actualization the past becomes a great force in the present. — Lucian Boia

It is remarkable that a fist-gnawingly dire England performance still has the power to shock, when in some ways this one had all the exquisite unpredictability of Norman Wisdom approaching a banana skin in the immediate vicinity of a swimming pool...
The England shirt is the precise opposite of a superhero costume, turning men with extraordinary abilities into mild-mannered guys next door. Were Stephen Fry to pull it on, he would struggle to string a sentence together. Were Lucian Freud to slip it over his head he would turn his easel round to reveal a childlike scribble of a cat. — Marina Hyde

She ran her tongue over his bottom lip,took the drops of blood she'd called forth with her quick bite into her mouth,then blew on the tiny wound.That's all the healing you get from this veana tonight.Feel better? — Laura Wright

Yes. Loving somebody isn't a one time thing, its an everyday thing. Something you do to them, with them, for them. Because of them. Every day, all day. And night." ~Solomon~ — Lucian Bane

Both battered to shit, both broken. But they were broken together now. Him, her, and their son or daughter. His very own family. And that's all that mattered. They were together, and together — Lucian Bane

Isadore? If you don't quit being this way with me, I'm going to remove your sheet and do things that will make you scream and I won't stop until I'm done. I don't even know what I'd do, but something tells me I'd take all the time in the world to figure that out until it's entirely and perfectly done. — Lucian Bane

Fiction is just a mirror of reality for the most part. Many things that happen in fiction don't even happen here. But as far as pain and sadness. Joy and love, life and death, it's all real here. Here it's real. — Lucian Bane

Already she was hungry for all of it again. For them. No, for both sides of him. Whichever one the him was. And did it matter? Did it matter if Bones was really Reginald or Reginald was really Bones? Did that change anything? She — Lucian Bane

And you, are Ruin, the chosen Carnificem, and WOE is what you're all about, it's your purpose. Doom and Gloom. ~Caliber Creed — Lucian Bane

In dreams, through longings, we can see
All latent in the dust of gold
These forests that perhaps could be
But that will never, ever, grow. — Lucian Blaga

Lucian stared at him, overwhelmed. "What are you all of a sudden?" he demanded gruffly. "An ancient wiseman?"
Jory pointed to himself.
"Look at me, cousin. Did ancient wisemen have shoulders like mine? — Melina Marchetta

Fuck, baby. I can hear it. I hear all your beautiful secrets in my name. I want them. I want you. All of you. Give me what's fucking mine. — Lucian Bane

Oh look," she pointed to them, a fine example of two people in love. Ruin paused and looked from them to her several times before whispering, "You want to? Now?' "Oh my God," she muttered, shaking her head. "Those two are in love, I was trying to show you but of course you'd only think of sex." Ruin followed her to the truck, still watching the couple while he climbed into the driver seat. "Are you sure we're not in love? Pretty sure we look just like that, minus all the laughing. — Lucian Bane

I'll be reading books until the next challenger arrives. That will calm my nerves, so that I may deal with all situations without panicking. — Lucian

stroked her body softly and carefully, rocking her, kissing her everywhere I could reach. I didn't care who saw. Fuck them. Fuck all of them sick bastards. — Lucian Bane

I was still more concerned (a preference which you may be far from resenting) to strike a blow for Epicurus, that great man whose holiness and divinity of nature were not shams, who alone had and imparted true insight into the good, and who brought deliverance to all that consorted with him. — Lucian Of Samosata

Domaholic?" His voice went all funny with amazement. "Fuck, you're so cute. — Lucian Bane

She wanted to see me. Fuck, the things that did to me. And I'd nearly said forever. All me, always me. Forever. I'd used the blindfold thinking it would be easier for her. But she needed to see me. She needed me. Dear God, fuck yes. — Lucian Bane

Thank you for loving me, Mercy," he whispered, kissing all over her face now. "Thank you for coming into my life baby. Coming into that fucking darkness," he gasped. "And taking my hand and walking me the fuck out," he cried. "Thank you Mercy. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for loving me. — Lucian Bane

The picture is all he feels about it, all he thinks worth preserving of it, all he invests it with. If all the qualities which a painter took from the model for his picture were really taken, no person could be painted twice. — Lucian Freud

I'm not a fucking thinker, wisher, dancer, or whiner. I'm a fucking doer. Can't expect God to do it all now, can we? The man's got plenty to do already, I'm just doing my part and cleaning up my side of the room. — Lucian Bane

He'd have that answer and he'd give it to Mercy. And she'd leave him. She'd leave him like all good things did. Like he fucking deserved because that's the product, the sum, the quotient, the difference in his life. Good always equaled gone. — Lucian Bane

All the important parts, yes," I said firmly. "Maybe not all the eccentric details. Ask, and I will answer. What do you want to know?"
"Everything." He had been leaning on his elbows, but he pushed back now and gripped the balustrade with both hands. "It's always this way with me: if it can be known, I want to know it. — Rachel Hartman

wreck Lucian's apartment, cry more than a newborn baby, and finally leave crotch drool all over his granite countertops. — Sydney Landon

I'm here all the way. Right next to you." I pressed her head into my shoulder. "I'm your rear guard, love. Your shield. Nothing will hurt you." I stroked her head and kissed it. "Let me fight with you baby. — Lucian Bane

hot fury fighting to tear out of him. Mental flashes stabbed his brain of what was done to her - delicate flesh sliced open without care. Oh God. His stomach lurched as his mind suddenly connected the smell that had been in his nostrils since he'd gotten there. Blood. Fresh and dried, no doubt caking her inner thighs all the way to her feet. — Lucian Bane