Llandrindon Quotes & Sayings

We noticed that, but in reality we have to take it one game at a time. — Maurice Ager

I'm very lucky to be doing what I'm doing, and the reason I'm doing everything is because of fans. — Tony Oller

AUGUST PULLMAN'S PRECEPT
Everyone deserves a standing ovation because we all overcometh the world.
Auggie — R.J. Palacio

Baby," Ty whispered against Zane's lips. He had never felt this sort of heat and longing for another person. He didn't know how Zane did it, but Ty knew that there would never be anyone else for him. — Abigail Roux

When we
are we
and a closet
we share,
I
will hang my clothes
in the opposite direction
as yours,
because after a wait
like this,
I think even they
deserve to always
be walking
directly towards
each other. — Tyler Knott Gregson

It is not about how it ends; it is about the journey. The full story. You have to know the full story to care about or know the ending. — Patti Callahan Henry

Bones is, in short, my hero. She is like a one-woman marketing campaign for smart girls. — Sarah Strohmeyer

Stalin didn't write any memoirs. He was too secretive. He was afraid people might read them. — Jonathan Lynn

Shall I go to Llandrindon, then?" she asked, hoping to provoke him.
"Yes."
Daisy scowled. "I wish you'd be consistent. A few minutes ago you were ready to make mincemeat of him."
"If you want him, I have no right to object."
"If you want me, you have every right to say something!" Daisy strode to the door. "Why does everyone always claim women are illogical when men are a hundred times more so? First they want something, then they don't, then they make irrational decisions based on secrets they won't explain and no one is supposed to question them because a man's word is final. — Lisa Kleypas

If you kept the small rules, you could break the big ones. — George Orwell

Her nerves crackled with expectant heat as he reached for the sketchbook in her hand.
Without thinking, she let him take it.
His eyes narrowed as he looked down at the book, which was open to her sketch of Llandrindon. "Why did you draw him with a beard?" he asked.
"That's not a beard," Daisy said shortly. "It's shadowing."
"It looks as if he hasn't shaved in three months."
"I didn't ask for your opinion on my artwork," she snapped. She grabbed the sketchbook, but he refused to release it. "Let go," she demanded, tugging with all her might, "or I'll ... "
"You'll what? Draw a portrait of me?" He released the book with a suddenness that caused her to stumble back a few steps. He held up his hands defensively. "No. Anything but that."
Daisy rushed at him and whacked his chest with the book. — Lisa Kleypas

Because the alternative sucks! — Rachel Vincent

I beat a story to within an inch of its life - that's when I know its done. Not before, not after. — Peter Orner

If you lose the power to laugh, you lose the power to think. — Clarence Darrow

Love is not manageable, it is simply something that happens, and the moment you try to manage it everything misfire. — Rajneesh

A good book is like a seed: it produces fruit that has in it seed for more fruit. It is not a picture on the wall; it is a window that invies us to wider horizons. — Warren W. Wiersbe

Did Llandrindon kiss you?" She nodded slowly in the framework of his hands. "Just once." Jealousy entered his voice. "Did you like it?" "I wanted to. I tried to." She closed her eyes and turned her cheek into his palm. "But it wasn't at all like your kisses. — Lisa Kleypas

All I want from you is to trust me with what little you can, and grow in loving people around you with the same love I share with you. It's not your job to change them, or to convince them. You are free to love without an agenda. — Wm. Paul Young

All this effort for a man who doesn't even care," Daisy muttered to herself, thinking dire thoughts about Matthew Swift.
Llandrindon sat a few yards away on the rim of a garden fountain, obediently holding still as she sketched his portrait. She had never been particularly talented at sketching, but she was running out of things to do with him.
"What was that?" the Scottish lord called out.
"I said you have a fine head of hair! — Lisa Kleypas