Hymnen Betekenis Quotes & Sayings

He's not my lover," Isolfr said.
She raised an eyebrow, a long feathery, shaggy sweep. "You're his beloved. Both of them. I saw enough on the war-trail to know." Then she laughed, and took her hand off his and pushed his chest like a wolf-cub nudging playfully. "We don't get to pick who loves us, you know. And better to get him to write the song than be remembered forever as 'fair Isolfr, the cold.'"
He scrubbed a hand across his face, roughness of beard and scars and the smooth skin of the unmarked cheek. "Is that really what they call me?"
She smiled. "You frighten them, Viradechtisbrother. You went down under the mountain and came out again, twice, and the alfar call you friend. They'll have you among the heroes before you know it. And you can seem quite untouchable - 'ice-eyes, and ice-heart, and ice-hard, his will.'"
"Othinn help me. It is a song already. — Sarah Monette

Nothing," said he in the mirror, "I am only waiting. I am waiting for death."
"Where is death then?"
"Coming," said the other. — Hermann Hesse

The idea of connecting all people to knowledge and each other is enduring — Bran Ferren

I shave my body probably once a week, maybe twice a week on the arms, just to keep it fresh. — Ryan Sheckler

She maneuvered onto the board, getting into position on her stomach just like he'd taught, and tried not to freak out. She never should have watched Shark Week last year. — Robin Bielman

Someone once said that the joy is not in writing but in having written. I can't say I find that to be true, though I understand the sentiment. — Adam Gopnik

Jealousy is when you want something that you can't have, something that doesn't belong to you. Being protective is defending what's yours." He leaned in, his hand closing around my jaw as his nose skimmed up to mine. "And you better believe that I'll be protecting what's mine. — Shelly Crane

There was a period when I wrote in Nashville for Maverick and then Warner/Chappell, and it was interesting. — Benmont Tench

His eyes meet mine and one brow rises in that holy mother of hell-sexy way, then he mutters, You've got one chance to make my mouth water. — M. Leighton