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The great majority of the nobility and gentry of England clung to the doctrine and ceremonies of the ancient church, and yet were united in determination to oppose the papal claims. — Sabine Baring-Gould

I'm sorry, Eve. I love you. I'm not letting you do this."
She screamed and battered harder. "You love me? You asshole! Let me go! — Rachel Caine

You can never lose anything that really belongs to you, and you can't keep that which belongs to someone else. — Edgar Cayce

George Vida braced his hands on the table before taking his seat, his gaze strafing the room with the discernment of a leathery old goat sniffing for something to nibble on. — Lisa Wingate

In the politics of eternity, the seduction by a mythicized past prevents us from thinking about possible futures. The habit of dwelling on victimhood dulls the impulse of self-correction. — Timothy Snyder

The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leathery covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hands like a fish. — Francesca Lia Block

I did not believe in stalemates. I believed in resolutions, one way or another, and if I found myself on the losing end, so be it. Losing meant quiet, and forgetting quickly, and giving up nothing of any real worth to me. I did not debate restaurant bills, politics, wrongly delivered mail, divorces. These things were officiously loud, and silence was always best. — Soren Narnia

The mind messes up more shots than the body. — Tommy Bolt

As his daughter, I loved him. But as a human, I hated him. — Colleen Hoover

Nothing fades so quickly as what is unchanged. — Nadine Gordimer

The aim of the joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded. — George Orwell

The path of nonviolence is the path of respect. It is respect towards every being. It is the path of awakening the consciousness of every being. — Amit Ray

What music do you like?" he asked between calls.
"Cheery, chirpy pop."
Wincing, he pulled up a station that delivered exactly that. "You owe me."
"Come on" - she turned in her seat to face him once more - "it's not that bad."
"I'm sorry? I can't hear you past the sugar blocking my eardrums. — Nalini Singh

If one's memories of Baghdad women were only of those to be seen in the streets, they would be of leathery, wrinkled faces, prematurely old, figures which have lost all shape, and henna-stained hands crinkled and deformed by toil. — Isabella Bird