Haidee Quotes & Sayings

It's not just the kind of work you do; I wouldn't care, if you were an exhibitionist who's being different as a stunt, as a lark, just to attract attention to himself. It's a smart racket, to oppose the crowd and amuse it and collect admission to the side show. If you did that, I wouldn't worry. But it's not that. You love your work. God help you, you love it! And that's the curse. That's the brand on your forehead for all of them to see. You love it, and they know it, and they know they have you. Do you ever look at the people in the street? Aren't you afraid of them? I am. They move past you and they wear hats and they carry bundles. But that's not the substance of them. The substance of them is hatred for any man who loves his work. That's the only kind they fear. — Ayn Rand

already imprisoned inside themselves. Prisons of hatred and self-contempt he recognised all too well. — Jo Nesbo

For the first time in his life he knew the bitterest sort of misfortune, misfortune beyond remedy, misfortune his own fault. — Leo Tolstoy

She shakes her head but her lips lift. "Stop." "Stop what?" "Being right." She groans and leans back against the couch in a huff. "I hate that we're all so worked up over it and you say a few words, and now everything makes sense again. — Krista Ritchie

He gave to misery (all he had) a tear. — Thomas Gray

All war is fratricide, and there is therefore an infinite chain of blame that winds its circuitous route back and forth across the path and under the feet of every people and every nation, so that a people who are the victims of one time become the victimisers a generation later, and newly liberated nations resort immediately to the means of their former oppressors. — Louis De Bernieres

For a moment, Strider almost forgot how pissed he was with Amun and Haidee as he savored the fact that he'd just cock-blocked the keeper of Death. Almost. — Gena Showalter

My next startling discovery: flaming breath is hot. — Rick Riordan

When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty. — Samuel Ullman

Back up. What questions? (Amun)
Everything you asked me and more. (Haidee)
Such as? (Amun)
A blush stained her cheeks.
Like was I going to have telepathic sex with you at the dinner table. Did I know how to cook something other than a PB and J. Was I ok with naked Thursdays. — Gena Showalter

A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than of expense. — Lord Byron

My parents told me they knew they made lots of mistakes raising us, but that they did their best. Most parents will say something like that at some point, and they are usually right. But I think children also do their best while being raised. Finding family "happiness" is a fine balancing act. — Torill Kove

In the history of mankind, the fine art of killing one another in a civilized and uniformed manner has been elusive. — Richard Marsden

I try to look for the beauty in things. — Ayana Mathis