Kediden Pire Quotes & Sayings

The choke?" I exclaim, perplexed.
Next to me, Cal tries his best to be civil. His best isn't very good.
"Idiocy," he snaps. "The Choke has more Silvers than you know, each one instructed to arrest or kill you on sight. If you're lucky, they'll take you back to prison. — Victoria Aveyard

Oh, Daddy, I don't know what's wrong. I've tried to grow up - to be a good little girl, as you would say, but everywhere I turn I seem to walk deeper and deeper into some terrible despair. What's wrong, Daddy? What's wrong? Why is happiness such a precious thing? What have we done with our lives so that everywhere we turn - no matter how hard we try not to - we cause other people sorrow? — William Styron

You need energy for everything that you do. You have to source the energy from around you. It comes from people, from objects, from Mother Earth herself. You have to ask for it respectfully. — Amish Tripathi

Someone had once told her that if you look up at the sky from the bottom of a mine shaft, even in the brightest daylight, you see the night sky and stars. — Neil Gaiman

His Infernal Excellency," he declared, "the ambassador of Hell. — China Mieville

If I wore a low-cut dress or showed my cleavage or did lad's mags, people would make such a big deal. That has stopped me from doing it, but I would if it felt right. — Konnie Huq

You think you're fatigued, therefore you can't exercise. In fact, you choose not to move, therefore you feel fatigued. — Tim Ferriss

I do not employ tricks when I attack. — Max Immelmann

Racial prejudice rotted one's faculties. — Colson Whitehead

One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language. — Emile M. Cioran

I want you to change me. I want to become what she is" -Will
"I can't just twitch my nose and make it happen." -Daemon — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Isn't it really true that life is so beautiful because it's so fleeting and fragile? — Elizabeth Berg

A latent warmth flickers behind those golden, burning rings. The Cold struggles to squelch it, shrouding it with the frigid Night. It almost smothers it entirely.
Almost.
But I know it is still there. It is like the heat of an unassuming coal beneath a blanket of graying ash. It is hidden, but not extinguished.
I can feel it. I can feel its gentle breath against my skin, like distant sunlight during newborn spring.
I can hear it. I can hear it reaching to divide the curtains of shadow on his face, like the whispers of blossoms unfolding.
I can see it. I can see it behind his fiery eyes, flickering like a starlight-dappled pool, dancing in and out of view.
It is buried. Buried, but burning nonetheless. Buried but burning, like one last hope in my heart. One last Ember in the dark.
-The Penitent God — S.G. Night

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? — George Gordon Byron

I firmly believe that in this fiery ordeal, in this suffering, misery, and woe, the South is but undergoing a purification by fire and steel that will, in good time, and by God's decree, work out her own independence. — Belle Boyd