Melisande Quotes & Sayings

Melisande lay in bed in the loft of her cottage in Graebrok Forest north of Odr. Wide awake and blinking in the dark, she listened to the mice above her head. Nearly a moon past, her swordsman had repaired a crack in the eaves before returning to the towers and yards of Merhafr, the great port on the Njorth Sea, where he served as a King's Ranger. His name was Othin, taken from a god of wisdom, trickery and war. What such a one knew of carpentry, well, that was open to question. But he knew other things. Nice things. — F.T. McKinstry

In studio films, everything has to be boxed in, everybody needs to know beforehand - this is comedy, this is sci-fi, this is drama - and what's the point of independent film if you don't get to experiment? — Famke Janssen

The night court taught me to serve, and Delauney taught me to think; but from Melisande Shahrizai, I learned how to hate. — Jacqueline Carey

A friend of mine says his two favorite artists are Picasso and Rembrandt. Picasso because he paints the beautiful in such an ugly fashion. And Rembrandt because he paints the ugly so beautifully. — Anna Torv

I grew up in suburban Brisbane, so to say you wanted to be an actor was a ridiculous concept. — Matt Passmore

There is not a single injustice in Northern Ireland that is worth the loss of a single British soldier or a single Irish citizen either. — James Callaghan

YOU WILL! YOU CAN! YOU MUST! YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. YOU WILL OVERCOME. — Chuck Pagano

Melisande blinked rapidly, then looked back to the little box with garnet earrings. Her ears weren't even pierced. She touched one of the garnets with a fingertip and wondered if he'd ever looked-really looked- at her at all. — Elizabeth Hoyt

My Friend is that one whom I can associate with my choicest thought. — Henry David Thoreau

The score of Pelleas and Melisande by Debussy, heralds that which will lift man from the earthly to the celestial, from the mortal to the immortal. Once again the ways of the artist and healer are merging. — Corinne Heline

Some party," the stranger whispered in her ear. She twisted to see sapphire eyes gleaming at her. "Are you from Melisande? — Sarah J. Maas

A bunch of bad songs, make an awful whine. — Benny Bellamacina

That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space.
It was the Song of Eyllwe.
Then Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labour camps.
And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan.
When the final note finished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked off the stage.
The next morning, by royal decree, the theatre was shut down.
No one saw those musicians or their conductor again. — Sarah J. Maas

I watched you for years," she whispered. The tears were drying on her cheeks, and heat was building within her. If he would just touch her. Touch her there. "I watched you and you never saw me. — Elizabeth Hoyt

We fear the monster's capacity for evil because we recognize it in human hearts. — Nick Sagan

I think you can see that in the show. Music was my touchstone. Music is still much more important to me. — Bruce McCulloch

O blessed Health! thou art above all gold and treasure; 'tis thou who enlargest the soul, and openest all its powers to receive instruction, and to relish virtue. He that has thee has little more to wish for, and he that is so wretched as to want thee, wants everything with thee. — Laurence Sterne

He'd been about to turn away when she lifted her face to the moon and sang.
It was not in any language that he knew. Not in the common tongue, or in Eyllwe, or in the languages of Fenharrow or Melisande, or anywhere else on the continent
This language was ancient, each word full of power and rage and agony.
She did not have a beautiful voice. And many of the words sounded like half sobs, the vowels stretched by the pangs of sorrow, the consonants hardened by anger. She beat her breast in time, so full of savage grace, so at odds with the black gown and veil she wore. The hair on the back of his neck stood as the lament poured from her mouth, unearthly and foreign, a song of grief so old that it predated the stone castle itself.
And the the song finished, its end as butal and sudden as Nehemia's death had been.
She stood there a few moments, silent and unmoving. — Sarah J. Maas

Love is the centre and circumference; The cause and aim of all things
'tis the key To joy and sorrow, and the recompense For all the ills that have been, or may be. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox

To know you are one with what you are doing, to know that you are a complete athlete, begins with believing you are a runner. — George A. Sheehan

The brightest attractions to the lover too often prove the husband's greatest torments — Anne Bronte

About them anymore or the cowboy I'm about to marry. And Finn, — Carolyn Brown

Fang snorted in disbelief. On one hand, we have a mythical nice family that wants to adopt me. On the other, we have a gang of insane scientists desperate to do genetic experiments on innocent children. Guess which hand I get dealt? — James Patterson