Aria Quotes & Sayings

Brandon stared up at her with a dangerous, self-satisfied grin.
"What are you looking at?" she said, teasing.
Brandon responded without hesitation. "The most beautiful sight I've ever seen. — Aria Kane

I told you I'd do anything for you. That's the truth. The best truth I know. — Aria Kane

Have fun, party hard, and tell her I love her. — GirlDrawsManga

How desperately she wanted to pretend they were waking up in just any ordinary bed, in an ordinary world. — Aria Kane

When we were making KONG, I went into the sound room and made an aria of horror sounds. I was in charge of it; there was no one there to listen to me. I was totally in charge of what I wanted to do. — Fay Wray

It may make me a bastard and a total pervert, but even if she is seventeen, underage and way, way too young, I am afraid I won't be able to let her go. — Aria Cole

Soren huffed. "I saw her looking at me when we were changing into our uniforms."
"She was looking at you because you're built like a bull."
Soren's laugh was nervous, clipped. "Is that good?"
"It'd be great if she were a cow. — Veronica Rossi

For many years, I thought a poem was a whisper overheard, not an aria heard. — Rita Dove

But something about Clint tossed off sparks that set her nerves on fire. — Aria Kane

When you stop being owned by your emotions you'll stop feeling vulnerable to people. ~ Remiel — Aria J. Wolfe

Aiden had filled a part of my heart that I hadn't known was empty. And for that I'd be forever grateful. Beneath the pain was the reality of the end of whatever it was we'd shared. I missed him, and his absence was profound. He was everywhere, yet he was nowhere at all. — Lilly Wilde

You're not mad at me?" she asked.
He leaned to the side and placed a lingering kiss on her neck. "If I pretended I was, would you make it up to me?"
Another kiss landed on the sensitive skin of her collarbone, testing the edges of the coveralls.
"Um," Jenna stammered. "No."
"No?" He leveled his eyes with hers. They sparkled with amusement.
She tried to think, but her body had apparently decided her brain was a nonessential system and shut it down. "Yes? — Aria Kane

How many times had she stared up at this same sky and marveled at the view? How many more times would it take before it got old? She hoped she would never know the answer to that question. The gentle gold of Saturn's surface was ever present like a muted eternal sun. The rings, with shades varied from the same gold of the planet's to a brown so dark it might've been black, swept across the planet's fluid surface. — Aria Kane

I always choose my path right
the only problem is
I cannot figure out which path is the right one. — Aria E. Salahi

Can you believe I have a favorite cave? — Veronica Rossi

You know, glass is pretty easy to break, Aria. Roar was watching here, his gaze thoughtful. — Veronica Rossi

Then he glanced at Roar, who waited on the dock. Maverick had never heard him speak a word. He'd only seen Roar stare vacantly at the water, or at the sky. "You know, you could do a lot better than him, ladybug." Aria shook her head. "No. I couldn't. — Veronica Rossi

I don't want to be without you anymore. Somewhere in the middle of this fantasy world you created, I fell in love with you, Aria said. - Excerpt from Camp Jameson. — Wendy Lea Thomas

A stolen touch can never compete with a voluntary touch of hunger, passion, desire. The aria of choice is joyous, the cacophony of force brutal, ugly, and cold. — Karen Marie Moning

I'm not taken and you needn't worry yourself about sharing me because I'm not asking you to. -Aria Cason — Lilly Wilde

You love someone despite all their flaws. You love someone despite the fact that they have made mistakes. You love someone because you care about them — Aria From The Curse Of Everwood By B. V. Taylor

His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal's armpit. — Veronica Rossi

Writing is a performance, like singing an aria or dancing a jig — Stephen Greenblatt

She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She'd seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock. — Veronica Rossi

With an evil, tempting wink that threatened to undo him, she added, I'm the one you have to watch out for. — Aria Kane

It didn't matter if Aria was hundreds of miles away, or whether she'd hurt him, or said goodbye, or anything else. Nothing would change the way he felt. The moment Aria had taken his hand on the roof at Marron's, she'd changed everything. No matter what happened, she'd always be the one. — Veronica Rossi

His eyes were heavy with desire, but she saw something else. A gleam that made her suspicious.
"What?" she asked.
His hand slid to her hips. "You're incredible."
"That's not what you were thinking."
"Was so. I always think that." He leaned in, twisting a strand of her hair around his finger as he kissed her bottom lip. "But I was also wondering what you were doing around Butter today.
Aria laughed. That was attractive. She smelled like horse. — Veronica Rossi

His listening intensified day by day until he could hear the adagio movement of a nucleus inside an electron aria that floated through the operatic galaxy inside a single atom. And then he began to hear extra ... In the case of the marmalade spoon, the whir of the bluebottle fly was more than a buzzing, it also spoke of the splendor of courage. That was the extra part. — Rita Leganski

Goldberg Variations. The simplicity of the opening aria calmed her nerves. Bach — John Tesarsch

Why did you really offer to take me to Bliss?"
"I want to," he said. Even as he spoke, he wasn't sure if he'd told her the truth. It hadn't felt like a want. It felt more like a need. — Veronica Rossi

But, if you leave with me, you're mine. — Aria Cole

There are a lot of artists that come and go very quickly, and I understand why just because someone has a No. 1 doesn't necessarily mean they should be up for best male or female categories. I understand that Aria are protecting the integrity of what Aria is, but I do think that pop music isn't recognised enough. — Ricki-Lee Coulter

The Departure Aria, a very important and romantic song -
This damn door sticks,
This damn door sticks
It sticks no matter what I do.
It is marked 'pull' and indeed I am pulling
Perhaps it should be marked 'push'? — Terry Pratchett

Come thaw my frozen heart, my little arctic kitten."
Unable to resist, Aria jumped in and picked up the next line. "No chance, my yeti man, I'd rather be frostbitten."
"Let me be your snowman. Come live in my igloo."
"I'd rather freeze to death than hibernate with you. — Veronica Rossi

Memoir is trustworthy and its truth assured when it seeks the relation of self to time, the piecing of the shards of personal experience into the starscape of history's night. The materials of memoir are humble, fugitive, a cottage knitting industry seeking narrative truth across the crevasse of time as autobiography folds itself into the vast, fluid essay that is history. A single voice singing its aria in a corner of the crowded world. — Patricia Hampl

The smile of an angel that had my heart sprouting wings. — Aria Cole

Aria smiled, then her gaze traveled to his waist. "Perry, did you know your pants are falling down?"
"Yeah." He didn't have to look; he could feel them sliding down his hips. "I, uh . . . I took my belt off to make you feel comfortable."
"You took your belt off to make me feel comfortable?"
He nodded, trying to hold back a laugh. "I worked it out in my head that this would be more natural."
"Your pants falling down is natural?"
He grinned. "Yeah. If they fall any further, it's going be very natural. — Veronica Rossi

It's different ... isn't it? Perry will know I left to protect him - won't he? You saw how many people left ... because of me. None of this would have happened if I hadn't been there in the first place. I had to leave."
Roar nodded. "It's still going to hurt."
Aria pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes, keeping back the tears. [He] was right. When it came to pain, reasons didn't matter. — Veronica Rossi

You're cruel to make me laugh right now," Perry said, trying to keep as still as possible. Any sharp movement and his ribs felt like they'd crack.
"Sorry," Aria said. She was smiling, her lower lip trapped between her teeth.
"Yeah ... you look sorry. — Veronica Rossi

I can't concentrate. I thought I could do this." He put his hands up in defeat. "Can't." Then he came closer. Aria didn't think her heart can beat any faster, but then it did, faster with every step he took toward her, until it hammered against her chest, making her breathless when he stopped right in front of her. — Veronica Rossi

They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl ... an aria of fear made audible.
The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering. — Angela Carter

Ten different questions popped into his mind. He forgot them all when Aria smiled and said, You look handsome. — Veronica Rossi

We might be all alone in the world, en effet, but that doesn't mean we have to be lonely. — Aria Beth Sloss

Even now, I could no more chart her influence than I could the gravitational powers that rule the tides. I suppose that could be said of anyone we love, that their effects on our lives run so deeply, with such grave force, we hardly know what they mean until they are gone. — Aria Beth Sloss

I love you, Aria," he murmured in her ear.
The tender husk in his voice enshrouded her. She would live the rest of her life pleasing him to hear the softness in his voice and see the love in his gaze. — April Vine

I never consider myself to be a carnivore ... I think souls qualify more like vegan or something. — Aria Adams

Nothing worth anything has ever proven itself to be easy. I should think you 'd have discovered this by now. — Aria Beth Sloss

Yes. Of Course ... I'll always ... Like you, Aria. He grinned, because he sounded like fool. He loved her-down to his soul-and he was going to tell her sometime. But not with Talon's knee digging into his kidney. — Veronica Rossi

Peregrine," Molly said sometime later, when the group had fallen quiet. Talon snored softly with his head in her lap. "Sable made an announcement to us earlier. He told us this place was going to be called Cape Rim. I think we can do better."
"I know we can," he said. "What would you call it, Molly?"
"I've been thinking about it, and it seems to me we wouldn't be here if it weren't for Cinder."
"Oh ... ," Marron said. "That's lovely."
Aria looked up, her violet scent filling him with steadiness. "What do you think?"
Perry looked down to the waves, and then farther out to the dark horizon, where he saw only stars. "I think it's a great name. — Veronica Rossi

From the corner of her eye, the wildflowers along the wall caught her attention. "Roar, wait!"
Roar turned around. "Yes?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
Aria ran to the wall, scanning the flowers. She found the right one and plucked it. She drew in its scent and imagined Perry walking beside her, his bow across his back, looking over with his lopsided grin.
She brought the flower to Roar. "I changed my mind," she said. "Give him this."
Roar's eyes crinkled in confusion. "I thought you liked roses. What's this?"
"A violet." — Veronica Rossi

Fine. Then I love you, my little Night Crawler. — Veronica Rossi

I feel most spiritual when I am listening to a soprano voice soaring to the top of its range at the most dramatic point of an aria. It feels like a geyser shooting up from the center of the earth and reaching for the stars. — China Forbes

Perry ... ," Aria said, covering his hand. "Peregrine ... you are kind. You put your life at risk for Talon and Cinder. For me. You did it when you didn't even like me. You worry about your tribe. You ache for Roar and your sister. I know you do. I saw it in your face every time Roar spoke of Live." Her voice was shaking. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "You are good, Peregrine."
He shook his head. "You've seen me."
"I have. And I know your heart is good. — Veronica Rossi

She looked at the knife, her throat tight with emotion. No roses or rings with him, but a knife with feathers carved into the handle. A knife that was part of him. She couldn't accept it. — Veronica Rossi

It isn't an easy business (...) Love, he said finally. I was referring to love, Rebecca. — Aria Beth Sloss

I'm going to bury myself so far inside you and spill my seed, everyone will know you're mine. — Aria Cole

Dictatorship is always merely an aria, never an opera. — Emil Ludwig

Aria Crosses Over — Sara Shepard

You weren't worried about sleeping beside Aria when she still despised you so why should I?"

"You can't compare Aria to Gianna. They are like two different species. And I trust Aria absolutely. She caught a fucking bullet for me."

"Must be nice," I muttered. "Gianna would probably applaud my shooter. — Cora Reilly

How little we know the ones we love. How little we know of anyone, in the end. — Aria Beth Sloss

Come back with me, Aria. Be with me. — Veronica Rossi

Everything about the hawk is tuned and turned to hunt and kill. Yesterday I discovered that when I suck air through my teeth and make a squeaking noise like an injured rabbit, all the tendons in her toes instantaneously contract, driving her talons into the glove with terrible, crushing force. This killing grip is an old, deep pattern in her brain, an innate response that hasn't yet found the stimulus meant to release it. Because other sounds provoke it: door hinges, squealing breaks, bicycles with unoiled wheels - and on the second afternoon, Joan Sutherland singing an aria on the radio. Ow. I laughed out loud at that. Stimulus: opera. Response: kill. — Helen Macdonald

Why should I? When someone insulted Caruso, did he sing an aria for him? — Joe Louis

What brought you out here Aria?" he asked.
She looked up, right into his eyes. "I needed to find you."
"I know," he said. "The second I left you, I felt the same way. — Veronica Rossi

Why are you so determined to hate me? Why, all of a sudden?
Because it would be so much harder to love you, she wanted to say — Aria Kane

I love you Beautiful. I won't let you go"

"If you want to push then push, baby. Push me, test me, fight me. But I am not going, Aria. I. Love. You. Without condition, without reason, without judgement. Unconditionally, baby — Amanda Kaitlyn

They'd taken their greatest strength and hidden it like a weakness.
"Should we try this again?" he asked.
Aria smiled. "The right way," she said, and wove her fingers through his. "Together. — Veronica Rossi

I've been watching you and Roar. Wanting it to be me training with you." His shoulders came up. "I don't want to do it now."
"Why?" Aria's voice was high and thin.
He smiled, a flash of shyness, before he leaned close. "There are other things I'd rather do when I'm alone with you. — Veronica Rossi

Not a single person has ever escaped?"
"Only if you count death as an escape. — Aria Kane

Contrary to popular belief," Gretchen grumbled. "It's creepy to watch a girl while she sleeps."
Clint shrugged and smiled. "Sorry, I guess I should've just woken you up. — Aria Kane

Talent can be bought and sold. Reputations can be fabricated. But true ingenuity cannot be stolen. And my cooperation is something you will never receive. — Aria Hawthorne

Don't worry about labels or other people. Just do what feels right. Feel me here with you. Feel us. — Aria Grace

She'd been right. It had been easier with her. Perry placed his right hand on hers.
"Are you all right?" he whispered. It wasn't what he wanted to know. Of course she wasn't all right. What he wanted to know was if the together part still mattered to her. Because even though he was confused and sorry and angry, it still mattered to him.
She looked up and nodded, and he knew she agreed. Whatever else came, they'd face it together. — Veronica Rossi

His words hung hollow between us, the knowledge that I'd given him my virginity, my body, my heart, my everything, only for him to walk away in a few weeks shredded me. — Aria Cole

I dreamed of a girl with eyes that sparkled, a laugh that made me weak in the knees, and a heart so big she could fit mine in it. Someone — Aria Cole

If I were an opera singer, Id have sung you an aria. If I were an artist, I would have painted your portrait. But cooking is what I'm best at. — Lisa Kleypas

When Courtney appeared from the hallway, a whisper of a smile emerged on her eerily familiar face; Spencer's legs dissolved into Jell-O. Aria let out a small squeak. — Sara Shepard

She knew she could answer it. She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She'd seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock. She would find the answer. — Veronica Rossi

Off to one side his fine white teacup waited for him with a patience Aria envied — Patrick Rothfuss

Do you need me?" she said. She could scout as well as Roar and Brooke, who had already disappeared into the darkness.
Perry looked up. His hair was tied back with a leather strip, but a piece fell forward, a blond wave coming to rest at his eyebrow. "You want the truth?"
Aria braced herself for a comment about her arm. "Always."
"That's my answer. — Veronica Rossi

The aria, after all, is the soul of opera. — Richard Strauss

Knowing didn't make it any easier. Aria — Victoria Schwab

What are you, Zombie Slayer Barbie?"
The big man in the back barked a laugh. "You'll pay for that one. — Aria Kane

Mike drank straight from the carton, wiped his mouth, and stared at her. You've been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are? — Sara Shepard

When I looked a little closer, I noticed a guy sitting in the dark, tapping his leg in slow, deliberate movements. His head was cast down, but his eyes...his eyes looked directly at me. My breath caught. I tried to focus on what was being said, but the penetrating gaze from the guy in shadows made my heart pound wildly. When my eyes found their way back to him, I noticed the scowl on his face and immediately looked away. My goodness, this was going to be a long meeting. — Maayan Nahmani

She looked so vulnerable and sad he couldn't help but reach out and cup her face in his hand. He didn't care who saw him do it. Because I believe in you. — Aria Kane

Everyone basically has one aria to sing over their entire life, and this one is hers. — Meg Wolitzer

An aria in an opera - Handel's 'Ombra mai fu,' for example - gets along with an incredibly small number of words and ideas and a large amount of variation and repetition. That's the beauty of it. It's not taxing to the listener's intelligence because if you haven't heard it the first time round, it'll come around again. — James Fenton

Okay, I'm going. But I want you to know that this thing between us, it's powerful. There's no word to express this new found connection we have, Aria. It's like dividing by zero... you can't define it. — Brittainy C. Cherry

Aria dropped her satchel against the wall and glanced at the front door, smiling at a sound beyond the reach of his ears. A second later, Roar blew into the house in a dark flash.
'Finally!' he bellowed. He wrapped Aria into a big hug, lifting her off the ground. 'What took you so long? Don't answer that." He glanced at Perry. "I think I know. — Veronica Rossi

A fire burned in his belly with Helen's words, her challenge laid bare. Are you a king worthy of great glory, or a pretender clamoring for attention at the edge of the world? One look to Menelaus was all the reminder Agamemnon needed of how much he detested that comparison. — Aria Cunningham

My father was an American who could cuss in Italian and make an aria out of it. It was wonderful to watch. But then again, he was a Gemini. I believe in that stuff. — Dominic Chianese

This girl has an air of innocence about her and it gives me pause for a moment, wondering if this siren could actually be untouched. If I were any kind of gentleman, I would leave her alone and forget I ever met her. But, I'm a bastard with a devil on my shoulder making a damn good case as to why I want to be the one to corrupt her. I kicked the angel to the curb years ago and even if I hadn't, it would be out numbered. Between the devil and my cock, it's a clear win. I am going to fuck this woman tonight and if I have my way, it will only be the start. — Aria Cole

Sweetheart, this is my first time, too. I waited a long time for you, for this. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else but you. This is the beginning for us, baby. This is my forever, — Aria Cole

Take her. Own her. Eat. Feed. Bite. Devour. — Aria Cole

Your mother stands against everything my parents believe in," I say. "But I'm not my parents."
"Aria," Hunter whispers into my ear.
"Yes?"
"Just kiss me."
We press our lips together gentle, and it's like I am alive, on fire, like I can do anything in the world. I know this because he's a mystic, but there's something more familiar, something safe and sexy and irresistible about the way his lips feel, his tongue brushing lightly against mine. Our passion is like what's described in my love letters: it's like coming home, finally, when I never even knew I'd been away. — Theo Lawrence

I felt as though I was healing. Aiden's presence, his patience and his love had brought a depth to my life that I didn't think possible. — Lilly Wilde

Tell me this isn't happening," she murmured. "I was about to ask you the same thing," Aria said. — Sara Shepard

Roar's mouth pulled into a smile - a beautiful smile she hadn't seen in weeks.
"Beautiful, huh?"
She drew her hand away, giving him a small push on the shoulder. "Don't act surprised."
"I'm not. Always nice to be reminded, though. — Veronica Rossi

So then they'd snuggled up to each other, naked, and started to talk. Ezra told her about the time he was six and sculpted a red squirrel out of clay, only to have his brother squash it. How he used to smoke a lot of pot after his parents got divorced. About the time he had to take the family's fox terrier to the vet to have her put to sleep. Aria told him about how when she was little, she kept a can of split pea soup named Pee as a pet and cried when her mom tried to cook Pee for dinner. — Sara Shepard