The Hush Series Quotes & Sayings

I'm about to berate his tactics, to deny any feelings for him, when he cups the nape of my neck and presses his lips to mine, velvety soft. It's nothing but a peck, yet the flavor of the tart he sampled lingers like a warm, savory bruise - an irresistible torment to the netherling within.
He draws back and my skin glistens, radiant prisms reflected off his face and the cushions. I'm gripping his jacket lapels, yet I don't even remember reaching for him.
"No more denials," he says as he presses his left hand over one of mine. "I've seen the love in your eyes and in your actions. I felt it yesterday when I held you in my arms, and today, when you came to save me." — A.G. Howard

He reflected that he had only one life and that he wanted to live it somewhere else. — Milan Kundera

When someone beats a rug,
the blows are not against the rug,
but against the dust in it. — Rumi

America is conservative in fundamental principles ... but the principles conserved are liberal and some, indeed, are radical. — Gunnar Myrdal

though his day-to-day responsibilities had constantly shrunk over the last ten years, life did not seem easier. It just seemed smaller and a good deal more dull. Call — Larry McMurtry

When you want knowledge and understanding as badly as you wanted air, you won't have to ask anyone to give it to you. — Sterling W. Sill

Although helpful, a disembodied hand on the Bugatti's steering wheel was a bit creepy, especially because this one was hairy and had No More Pies tattooed on the back. — Jasper Fforde

Mortal beauty stings while it delights. — Christian Nestell Bovee

Hush," I said. "I'm here, and I'm not letting you out of my sight anytime soon so keep holding me tight." I looked down, a little more than afraid of plummeting hundreds of feet down.- Breena to Kian, Silver Frost — Kailin Gow

The louder she screamed, the harder he whipped; and where the blood ran fastest, there he whipped longest. He would whip her to make her scream, and whip her to make her hush; and not until overcome by fatigue, would he cease to swing the blood-clotted cowskin. I remember the first time I ever witnessed this horrible exhibition. I was quite a child, but I well remember it. I never shall forget it whilst I remember anything. It was the first of a long series of outrages, of which I was doomed to be a witness and a participant. It struck me with awful force. It was the blood-stained gate, the entrance to the hell of slavery, through which I was about to pass. — Frederick Douglass

...Life is nothing but a habit. Get to work. — Chrissie Wellington

Real confidence has no bluster or bombast. It's not rooted in a desire to seem better than everyone else and it's not driven by a fear of appearing weak. Real confidence settles in when you have a clear vision of exactly what you need to do. Real confidence blooms as you wield the skills and power you have built through your hard work and discipline. — Rob Brezsny

I know that some of the things which happen in these stories are not likely, but sometimes I wonder if they are not possible in some way. — Arthur Bradford

If Providence has created the stars and the planets, man has called the cannonball into existence. — Jules Verne

He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea. — Virginia Woolf

The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity. — Ezra Pound

A brief hush fell over the table when the guy from the bar approached. After he finished depositing their drinks in the center of the table, Lynn jumped on the opportunity to flirt, winking and smiling prettily at him. "Thanks, cowboy."
"Cowboy?" Reaching for her appletini, Piper laughed.
Lynn shrugged. "When I picture him in my bed, I see a Stetson and a saddle."
Something well-known among their group, ever since she watched John Travolta in Urban Cowboy, she was on a mission to secure herself her very own cowboy.
"I bet you see a branding iron too," Jules snickered.
Lynn's thoughtful gaze trailed after him as the bartender returned to making drinks. — J.C. Valentine

The human spirit must transcend number and break through multiplicity, and God will break through him; and just as He — Meister Eckhart

I felt my heart crack slowly like a pomegranate, spilling its seeds. — Trebor Healey