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Hohltiere Quotes By Hilary Mantel

The world corrupts me, I think. Or perhaps it's just the weather. It pulls me down and makes me think like you, that one should shrink inside, down and down to a little point of light, preserving one's solitary soul like a flame under glass — Hilary Mantel

Hohltiere Quotes By Vladimir Putin

We will not allow the past to drag us down and stop us from moving ahead. We understand where we should move. — Vladimir Putin

Hohltiere Quotes By Soheir Khashoggi

She's not a baby anymore, my love, said Tarik softly. That's what we have to accept, you and I. — Soheir Khashoggi

Hohltiere Quotes By Russell Hoban

What do you do when you're wound up?' she asked. 'Do you play that drum?'. 'No,' said the child. 'We used to dance.' 'But now we walk,' said the father. 'And behind us an enemy walks faster.' 'That's life,' said Euterpe. — Russell Hoban

Hohltiere Quotes By Kiana Davenport

Sometimes, child, we die in metaphor. — Kiana Davenport

Hohltiere Quotes By Mike Carey

All stories are lies. But good stories are lies made from light and fire. And they lift our hearts out of the dust, and out of the grave. — Mike Carey

Hohltiere Quotes By Teresa Medeiros

As he shook off his servant's grip and staggered heavily to his feet, the sunlight streaming through the outside door struck him full in the face.

Samantha gasped.

A fresh scar, still red and angry, bisected the corner of his left eye and descended down his cheek in a jagged lightning bolt, drawing the skin around it taut. It had once been an angel's face with the sort of masculine beauty reserved only for princes and seraphim. — Teresa Medeiros

Hohltiere Quotes By Paige Weaver

He was my darkness & I was his light.We couldn't exist without each other. — Paige Weaver

Hohltiere Quotes By Henry David Thoreau

I lately met with an old volume from a London bookshop, containing the Greek Minor Poets, and it was a pleasure to read once moreonly the words Orpheus, Linus, Musaeus,
those faint poetic sounds and echoes of a name, dying away on the ears of us modern men; and those hardly more substantial sounds, Mimnermus, Ibycus, Alcaeus, Stesichorus, Menander. They lived not in vain. We can converse with these bodiless fames without reserve or personality. — Henry David Thoreau