Torveld Quotes & Sayings

Stop with the no, sir bullshit. We both know that sarcastic sir is your verbal shorthand for asshole. — Lorelei James

He is a prize," said Torveld warmly. "I'll wager you never thought a prince could be jealous of a slave. Right now I would exchange places with you in a heartbeat." You — C.S. Pacat

He's the captive Kastor sent you to train?' said Torveld, curiously. 'He's
safe?'
'He looks combative, but he's really very docile and adoring,' said Laurent, 'like a puppy.'
'A puppy,' said Torveld.
To demonstrate, Laurent picked up a confection of crushed nuts and honey and held it out to Damen as he had at the ring, between thumb and forefinger.
'Sweetmeat?' said Laurent.
In the stretched-out moment that followed, Damen thought explicitly about killing him. — C.S. Pacat

I think they should create a holiday for friends-with-benefits relationships. Because I feel like Valentine's Day is, maybe it's a day to stay home and cry. — Elizabeth Meriwether

Most people are more willing to enter an airplane than jump on a trampoline. And, they're more terrified from bungee jumping, than spending hours at hundreds of meters above the ground. — Daniel Marques

What can be used to heal, can also be used to hurt. — Brownell Landrum

Damen bridged the nine chilly inches at the first opportunity. 'What are you doing? You were the one who warned me about Nicaise.' He spoke in a low voice.
Laurent went very still; then he deliberately shifted in his seat and leaned in, bringing his lips right to Damen's ear. 'I think I'm out of stabbing range, he's got short arms. Or perhaps he'll try to throw a sugar plum? That is difficult. If I duck he'll hit Torveld.'
Damen gritted his teeth. 'You know what I meant. He heard you. He's going to act. Can't you do something about it?'
'I'm occupied.'
'Then let me do something.'
'Bleed on him?' said Laurent. — C.S. Pacat

We're all damned, man. You should know that by now. — Trish Marie Dawson

The painter had achieved what we would all like to do: capture time and make it stand still — Lian Hearn

Torveld favoured Laurent with another of those long, admiring looks that were starting to come with grating frequency. Damen frowned. Laurent was a nest of scorpions in the body of one person. Torveld looked at him and saw a buttercup. — C.S. Pacat

at just under fifteen miles over the speed limit. He knew from experience it was the safety zone, the — Marti Green

The problem with most leaders today is they don't stand for anything. Leadership implies movement toward something, and convictions provide that direction. If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything — Don Shula

In reality, good and evil do not exist, because Divine Providence created nothing that is bad and disharmonious; this is only a human concept. From the hermetic point of view, one type of being has to bring forth positive influences, whereas another type has to bring forth negative influences. In an astral respect these beings are the tools of the effects on our physical world. They are also the cause of all effects in the astral body of every human being, whether they are initiated or not. — Franz Bardon

Sin is unwillingness to trust that what God wants for me is only my deepest happiness. — Ignatius Of Loyola

Six days ago, a man blew himself up by the side of a road in northern Wisconsin. — Paul Auster

The embroidery came later, in the retelling, as the story was told again and again by the men, taking on its own character as it passed over camp.
The Prince had ridden out, with only one soldier. Deep in the mountains, he had chased down the rats responsible for these killings. Had ripped them out of their hiding holes and fought them, thirty to one, at least. Had brought them back thrashed, lashed and subdued. That was their Prince for you, a twisty, vicious fiend who you should never, ever cross, unless you wanted your gullet handed to you on a platter. Why, he once rode a horse to death just to beat Torveld of Patras to the mark.
In the men's eyes the feat was reflected as the wild, impossible thing it was
their Prince vanishing for two days, then appearing out of the night with a sackful of prisoners thrown over his shoulder, tossing them at the feet of his troop and saying: You wanted them? Here they are. — C.S. Pacat

I sort of got into Westerns ... It was a sort of desperation move, really. I had several pictures that didn't go very well, and I just realised that I would have to try something else. — James Stewart

There is limit to what we can learn. — Lailah Gifty Akita