Byrony Quotes & Sayings

Best atmosphere I ever played in was at Celtic Park in the UEFA Cup for Liverpool. — Michael Owen

If you're willing to fail interestingly, you tend to succeed interestingly. — Edward Albee

Oh deaf Gog, no, stop!"

Fumblefoot gave her a reproachful look. Stop what?

"I have broken into an enchanted manor house and my pony has crapped on the floor. Oh God. — T. Kingfisher

The way to be with God in every season is to strive to be near Him every week and each day. — Thomas S. Monson

... She kissed me on my thin lips and all my words were pushed back into my mouth.
"I don't want to die," she whispered, "but I need to lose the shackles of this multitude of hearts. — Andrew Davidson

If there is a hard, high wall and an egg that breaks against it, no matter how right the wall or how wrong the egg, I will stand on the side of the egg. Why? Because each of us is an egg, a unique soul enclosed in a fragile egg. Each of us is confronting a high wall. The high wall is the system which forces us to do the things we would not ordinarily see fit to do as individuals ... We are all human beings, individuals, fragile eggs. We have no hope against the wall: it's too high, too dark, too cold. To fight the wall, we must join our souls together for warmth, strength. We must not let the system control us
create who we are. It is we who created the system. (Jerusalem Prize acceptance speech, JERUSALEM POST, Feb. 15, 2009) — Haruki Murakami

Those who upload this work up on any site without the author's express permission are pirates and have stolen from the author. As such, those persons will likely end up in the level of hell where little devils shove stolen books into said persons' unmentionable places for all eternity. Ye've been warned. — Kristen Callihan

Just because he likes the same bizzaro crap as you doesn't mean he's your soul mate. — Rachel Hansen

Oh dear God, no, stop!"

Fumblefoot gave her a reproachful look. Stop what?

I have broken into an enchanted manor house and my pony has crapped on the floor. Oh God.

-Bryony and Roses by T. Kingfisher — T. Kingfisher

It is the blood that feeds the flesh," Ysidro said. "We can - and do, at need - live upon the blood of animals, or blood taken from the living without need of their death. But it is the death that feeds the powers of our minds. Without the kill, we find our abilities fading, — Barbara Hambly

Feronia played at politics the way she played chess
shrewdly, always thinking about her next move. In this game, Feronia was queen, and Byrony a pawn. Normally, there was no comparing their strengths. But if a pawn was clever and evaded the ire of stronger pieces, if it moved strategically, if it refused to yield, there were ways it might advance. Ways it might become a queen. — Kaye Thornbrugh