Begynde Quotes & Sayings

For the traditional fantasies, a lot more of my research comes from reading rather than doing. I like my worlds to feel real, so I do a lot of world building research. — Patricia Briggs

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. - Liesel Meminger — Markus Zusak

Laugh and fear not, creatures. Now that you are no longer dumb and witless, you need not always be grave. For jokes as well as justice come in with speech. — C.S. Lewis

Love must be shared, or else it is just madness. — Peter Hobbs

In our age it is not sex that raises its ugly head, but love. — John Fowles

If I'd have went on the ice when this thing happened, someone would have speared me or something. It's a great feeling of accomplishment and pride. They had to do it; it was their moment. — Herb Brooks

A young man respects and looks up to his teachers. — Seneca The Younger

It's a weight problem isn't it; you can't wait for lunch. — Al Murray

How many of us have a moved heart that shies away to a different angle, a millimetre or even less from the place where it first existed, some repositioning unknown to us. — Michael Ondaatje

Just because someone hurts you doesn't mean you can simply stop loving them. It's not a person's actions that hurt the most. It's the love. If there was no love attached to the action, the pain would be a little easier to bear. — Colleen Hoover

I've wanted to touch you like this since I first laid eyes on you," he surprised himself by whispering in her ear. It was something he'd never even admitted to himself until today. Biting softly on her ear, he rolled her nipples between his fingertips. Goddamn, but she was responsive. When she arched her back, her ass pushed back against the erection pushing against his slacks. "Now I get to touch you as often as I want. — Shara Azod

I really like you [ ... ] Like, really like you. And I want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end. — Rainbow Rowell

This plague ... This curse ... I have an idea where it came from. I don't think it's from any spell or virus or nuclear rays. I think it's from a deeper place. I think we brought it here. I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some ... dark place. We released it. We poked through the seabed and the oil erupted, painted us black, pulled our inner sickness out for everyone to see. Now here we are in this dry corpse of a world, rotting on our feet till there's nothing left but bones and the buzz of flies. — Isaac Marion