Eternels Eclair Quotes & Sayings

He was chatting with your Mackenzie. My eyes narrowed. Was this yet another conquest of hers? She went through men faster than I went through sweatpants. — Helen Harper

Before I fell asleep, eventually, was thinking when I was a small kid how I'd try to imagine the end of the century and what a far-off wonder that was and I'd figure out how old I'd be when the century ended, years, months, days and now look, incredible we're here - we're six years in and I realize I'm the same skinny kid, my life shadowed by his presence, won't step on cracks on the sidewalk, not as superstition but as a test, a discipline, still do it. — Don DeLillo

When your dream doesn't let you sleep even after 22 hours of waking up, its worth chasing. — Dhaval Gajera

I did exactly as Sampson said and I conjured up a creature with rabbit ears,
a wolf face, a snake body, frog feet, a pig tail, and spikes running from the top of its head to the end of its tail.
"Now," Sampson said. "This is the
kind of magic that you shouldn't do. — Jennifer Priester

When I lived in a little flat in Pimlico in 1981, I'd write in the hallway. As you walked in, there was a tiny little recess type thing, hardly a hallway, really, and I'd sit there writing songs with my guitar. — Paul Weller

Of this poetry
I'm left with the emptiness
of an endless secret — Giuseppe Ungaretti

The Agora had fallen, too.
Vince turned the radio off, dismissing what they'd just heard, and merged onto I-87. A little shriek of madness sounded in the back of his brain, but he said, with admirable calm considering, Seriously, love, I think we've got this. — Erin Kellison

I smell bacon! Penelope, did you know there is a handsome man in our kitchen? — Ilona Andrews

At the center of the bouquet is a monstrous peony, probably purchased on sale at the supermarket. By Tuesday its curling petals had begun to collect at the bottom of the vase, infusing the room with the faint but unmistakable sweet odor of corruption and imminent death ... In Tick's opinion there was something extravagantly excessive about the peony from the start, as if God had intended so suggest with this particular bloom that you could have too much of a good thing. The swiftness with which the fallen petals bean to stink drove the point home in case anybody missed it. As a rule, Tick leans toward believing that there is no God, but she isn't so sure at times like this, when pockets of meaning emerge so clearly that they feel like divine communication. — Richard Russo

These hands are yours. You can use them
for good, or for evil. And no amount of nature, biology, or DNA determines those
decisions for you. — Sylvain Reynard

But the one thing she no longer had any question about was that they were an impregnable unit. The world might attempt to tear them apart, but the only way it would ever succeed would be through death. — Nalini Singh

So help me, I won't rest until I bathe in your entrails! (Apollymi) — Sherrilyn Kenyon