Hartwell Quotes & Sayings

Taking my hands in his, Vaughn leaned down to whisper across my lips. "I'll give you anything, Bailey Hartwell, anything you want. — Samantha Young

Time, a distant neighbour who taps on my shoulder. — Serina Hartwell

As I've said before," she scoffed, "you're different."
"How am I different?" his exasperation was clear.
"Well, it seems you are my partner in crime." She smiled then, a beaming grin not unlike the one he'd seen her give Oxford earlier.
He lost his bluster at the words, feeling the full force of her pleasure like a blow, and a nonsensical wave of pride coursed through him... pride at being the one he would turn to with such excitement, pride at being the one she would turn to with such excitement, pride at being the one she would ask to escort her on such an adventure. And, in that sun-filled moment, with all of London mere inches away from their hiding place, he was struck by her beauty- her bright brown eyes and her hair, gleaming auburn in the light and her mouth, wide and welcoming and enough to bring a man to his knees.
She was really quite extraordinary. — Sarah MacLean

Step into my world and let me take you on a journey... — Serina Hartwell

The Petition of Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Chapman Johnson, Joseph C. Cabell, James Breckenridge, John Hartwell Cocke, and Robert Taylor the Rector and Visitors of the University of Virginia ... Respectfully representeth ... That the value of science to a republican people, the security it ... — Thomas Jefferson

When men cease to be faithful to their God, he who expects to find them so to each other will be much disappointed. — Thomas Hartwell Horne

No damsel was ever in more distress, no dray horse more flogged, no defenseless child more drunkenly abused than the English language today. And — Robert Hartwell Fiske

Experience life, pick up a good book and appreciate the moment, for the moment, not the replay. — Serina Hartwell

You would have me burn your enemies for the glory of your kingdom, little fleck? In a thousand years Tadroth will be only a legend. In two thousand, even the legend will be forgotten. When you and all you make are dust in a grave, only I will remain. Why should I care how many kings rule this land for a season? Why should I care if your Serian lives or dies? — David G. Hartwell

The cause doesn't have to be righteous and battle doesn't have to be winnable; but over and over again throughout history, men have chosen to die in battle with their friends rather than to flee on their own and survive. — Sebastian Junger

Science fiction is the characteristic literary genre of the century. It is the genre that stands in opposition to literary modernism. — David G. Hartwell

His hot breath fanned her skin. "At this pace, you're going to beg me to make you come in about five minutes or less." His voice deepened. "I'll stop long enough for your passion to cool and we'll start again. I can do this for hours until you're drenched in sweat and hurting so bad to come that you'll tell me anything I want to know just to make the agony stop. It will turn into that." "That's mean. — Laurann Dohner

Just past hell lies paradise.
Sometimes we have to remind ourselves of that.

Serina Hartwell Author of The Hidden Saga — Serina Hartwell

The riches of heaven, the honor which cometh from God only, and the pleasures at His right hand, the absence of all evil, the presence and enjoyment of all good, and this good enduring to eternity, never more to be taken from us, never more to be in any, the least degree, diminished, but forever increasing, these are the wreaths which form the contexture of that crown held forth to our hopes. — Thomas Hartwell Horne

We nurture our creativity when we release our inner child. Let it run and roam free. It will take you on a brighter journey. — Serina Hartwell

What was it about this woman? This plain, unassuming woman whom he had never before noticed? 'There is nothing about her that is plain or unassuming now.'
And he hated himself for describing her as such.
No... Lady Calpurnia Hartwell was coming into her own in a spectacular way- entirely new and thoroughly different from every woman he had known before her. And it was her heady combination of innocent curiosity and feminine will that had lured him into behaving the way he did.
He wanted her. Viscerally. In a way he'd never wanted any woman before her. — Sarah MacLean

To reject wisdom because the person communicates it is uncouth and his manners are inelegant, what is it but to throw away a pine-apple, and assign for a reason the roughness of its coat? — Thomas Hartwell Horne

In the heraldry of heaven goodness precedes greatness; so on earth it is more powerful. The lowly and the lovely may frequently do more in their own limited sphere than the gifted. — Thomas Hartwell Horne

There was something about her eagerness and her innocence- about the passion that flared in her eyeseven as she delivered such exquisite pleasure- that slayed him. As he looked into her velvety brown eyes, he realized that he'd never met a woman like her. She was a study in contradictions, all passionate innocence and adventurous primness and shy exploration. The heady combination was enough to fascinate even the most hardened of cynics-and he was indeed fascinated. — Sarah MacLean

He who seldom thinks of heaven is not likely to get thither; as the only way to hit the mark is to keep the eye fixed upon it. — Thomas Hartwell Horne

A dull speech which is full of truths is much more brilliant than an eloquent speech which is full of lies! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

If only others knew that Lady Calpurnia Hartwell, proper, well-behaved spinster, entertained deep-seated and certainly unladylike thoughts about fictional heroes. — Sarah MacLean

Your socks should match your tie — David G. Hartwell

When its back's against the wall, even positivity will come out fighting! — Serina Hartwell

The external part of religion is doubtless of little value in comparison with the internal, and so is the cask in comparison with the wine contained in it: but if the cask be staved in, the wine must perish. — Thomas Hartwell Horne

Like the conceited asshole I am, I had only thought about how lucky he was that I was letting him have sex with me. I had never stopped to consider how lucky I was too. — Luke Hartwell

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

[song "Dogs", finale...] — Pink Floyd

Any political party that includes the word 'democratic' in its name, isn't. — Patrick Murray

No cloud can overshadow a true Christian but his faith will discern a rainbow in it. — Thomas Hartwell Horne

Life is made of connections. Who knows why fate throws things in our direction, but one thing's for sure, new things are there to offer value to our lives and teach us something new about ourselves. It's what makes life exciting. — Serina Hartwell

You looked strange climbing in the tree like that."
Tiger Lily pulled her braids between her fingers, her sudden self-consciousness feeling foreign and strange to her.
"I didn't do it to look nice," she said.
"But you do care."
Tiger Lily studied the tree and decided if she did care, she would now choose not to. "I don't," she said.
"All girls do," he added, pushing the point.
"You must not know many girls."
"I know a million," Peter said, dark and serious. There was a long awkward silence, but if Peter regretted his words, I couldn't tell. — Jodi Lynn Anderson

The follies, vices, and consequent miseries of multitudes, displayed in a newspaper, are so many admonitions and warnings, so many beacons, continually burning, to turn others from the rocks on which they have been shipwrecked. — Thomas Hartwell Horne

Daniel exposed his machete-like fangs much to the delight of Hartwell, who was gasping for air like a fish out of water. He furiously bit into Hartwell's neck and drank his blood until he could sense the injured party slipping away. The beauty of a life on the edge did not escape Daniel at this moment. He wiped his mouth clean of Hartwell's blood and then bit into his own wrist, while also using his powerful mind to pry open Hartwell's mouth.
Daniel's blood flowed through the body at rest and shot around Hartwell's veins like he had ingested a case of energy drinks. — Phil Wohl