Hanalea Quotes & Sayings

For Hanalea the Warrior! — Cinda Williams Chima

We are engaged in a struggle that is fought on many fronts and in many forms. — Theresa May

The inside of a computer is as dumb as hell but it goes like mad! — Richard P. Feynman

The time will come when you will be forced to make a choice," Hanalea said. "When that time comes, choose love. — Cinda Williams Chima

Playing the game is far more satisfying than reading the rules. — Bernard Haisch

Sometime in the eighties, Americans had a new set of 'traditional values' installed ... the poor and the middle class were shaken down, and their loose change funneled blithely upwards to the already overfed. — Barbara Ehrenreich

he invited Sylvia to dine with him somewhere where they were going to have something fabulous and very nasty at about two guineas the ounce on the menu. Something like that! And during dinner Sir John had entertained her by singing the praises of her husband. He said that Tietjens was much too great a gentleman to be wasted on the old-furniture trade: that was why he hadn't persisted. But he sent by Sylvia a message to the effect that if ever Tietjens did come to be in want of money . . . Occasionally Sylvia was worried — Ford Madox Ford

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss. — Anthony Kiedis

I failed her
in life. But I won't fail her in death. — Gayle Forman

Do you carry a dagger, Your Highness?"
Raisa nodded. "I do, as a rule, but Micah and Fiona took mine."
"Then take this one." He wiped the blade on his breeches, returned the blade to a sheath at his waist, then unbuckled the belt, handing the whole package to her. Raisa slid the blade free, turning it so it caught the light. It was of the same make and design as the Lady sword, with the image of Hanalea worked into the hilt.
"I can't take this!" She protested. "It belongs to your family."
"I've not much use for it, in fact," Byrne replied. "If I let an enemy get close enough to need it, I deserve what I get. — Cinda Williams Chima

If there is any God in this world, He lives in a theatre. — Kathe Koja

You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you. Do you understand? — Cinda Williams Chima

What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock? — Cinda Williams Chima