Lissianna Quotes & Sayings

Only a sentimental being would care about such everyday things - things used and discarded by the humans of their respective eras without thought, yet kept and preserved by an immortal who never forgot them. An immortal who loved and cared for them, dusting them off for an eternity, keeping their dead spirits as alive as he - stuck in their immortal tomb never to find the rest everything must eventually seek. Time had no meaning in this cavern of infinite age. — Michelle M. Pillow

I was able to take that first step to freedom. — Catherine Jane Fisher

Yet to complain of the world's unfairness was the same as grumbling that the sun was hot or that the wind sometimes changed its direction. Unfairness existed, it always had and it always would, and the miracle, to Sharpe's eyes, was that some men like Hill and Wellesley, though they had become wealthy and privileged through unfair advantages, were nevertheless superb at what they did. — Bernard Cornwell

They sat and drank their pints. The tables in which their faces were dimly reflected were dark brown, the darkest brown, the colour of Bournville chocolate. The walls were a lighter brown, the colour of Dairy Milk. The carpet was brown, with little hexagons of a slightly different brown, if you looked closely. The ceiling was meant to be off-white, but was in fact brown, browned by the nicotine smoke of a million unfiltered cigarettes. Most of the cars in the car park were brown, as were most of the clothes worn by the patrons. Nobody in the pub really noticed the predominance of brown, or if they did, thought it worth remarking upon. These were brown times. — Jonathan Coe

I don't want to die until I see cancer cured. — James D. Watson

Still in Bed?" Thomas had asked with amusement, as Lissianna had blinked at them. "I am so glad you got at least a little rest today. I feared you'd work Greg to death while the rest of us tried to sleep. — Lynsay Sands

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. — David Almond

I think what's interesting about the whole paparazzi thing is that unless you're Brad Pitt or Madonna, you can pretty much avoid it. You know when you're going to an opening that you will be photographed, so that's fine. And you know the restaurants that have paparazzi, so you don't go to them. — Annette Bening

Marguerite sighed, some of her tension leaving. "Yes, well he appears to have a strong mind."
Lissianna nodded. "I noticed. I couldn't get into his thoughts to calm him. Not at all. That's why I was feeding on him. I thought it might allow me to merge with his mind and soothe him," Lissianna explained.
"That seems to have worked well," Thomas commented with amusement. "Although I wouldn't say he was soothed exactly."
Lissianna followed his gaze to the man's groin, where an erection was pressing his dress pants upward. Even as she peered at it, the tent in his trousers slowly deflated.
"Not a cucumber then," Thomas commented lightly, and Lissianna had to bite her lip on a nervous giggle.
-Marguerite, Lissianna, & Thomas — Lynsay Sands

To be getting an education means this: to be learning what is your own, and what is not your own. — Epictetus

So difficult is it for us to know, with the dead as with the living, whether a thing would cause them joy or sorrow! — Marcel Proust

Don't ever yell at me. I don't yell, so talk to me in a regular voice. — Margaret Aranda

I'm working harder than I have ever worked in my entire life, but what the hell, my life is my job now, and my job is my life and that's the way it should be. — Chuck Palahniuk

Don't jab each other with courgettes, boys. — Louise Rennison

Lissianna said, smacking Thomas in the arm. "What were you thinking? They don't waltz here."
"I was thinking I didn't want my uncle clasping my butt, and our chests rubbing together as he stepped on my feet while trying to shuffle me around the floor," Thomas answered dryly. — Lynsay Sands

Revolutions are like the most noxious dungheaps, which bring into life the noblest vegetables. — Napoleon Bonaparte

"Mmm. Your hair smells good."
"Umm, gee, thanks, Bob." Lissianna Argeneau peered around the dark parking lot they were crossing, relieved to see they were alone. "But do you think you could get your hand off my ass?"
"Dwayne."
"What?" She glanced up into his handsome face with confusion.
"My name is Dwayne," he explained with a grin.
"Oh." She sighed. "Well, Dwayne, can you get your hand off my ass?"
-Dwayne & Lissianna — Lynsay Sands