Undercity Tabard Quotes & Sayings

Telescopes and microscopes bring to our view the otherwise unseen and unknown. — Joseph B. Wirthlin

I didn't understand the living fascination with a world of perfected dead. — Darin Bradley

But it's a whole lot easier to keep[secrets] when you've got someone else who knows breathing in the same room. Carrying them alone is like having a huge spiky weight digging into your shoulders and chest, a weight you can't shift even while you're sleeping. — Lilith Saintcrow

I barely registered the warmth of her arms around my shoulders the press of her kiss to my neck when I stilled on top of her, or the way she whispered, "Stay on top of me like this forever."
"Don't ever stop being so fucking open," I murmured, pulling my gaze to her face. "Don't stop asking for what you want."
"I won't," she whispered. "I got you tonight, didn't I?"
And just that simply, I was claimed. — Christina Lauren

What a beautiful disaster. — Tahereh Mafi

Skulduggery walked over slowly. He had picked up his severed arm and was now holding it out to her.
"Here," he said. "Let me give you a hand. — Derek Landy

A mole could only avoid and evade the monitoring systems of which he was aware. Which made it crucial that almost no one be permitted to see the whole picture. Within — Barry Eisler

Short or long to Goblin City?
The straight way's short
But the long way's pretty ... — Terry Jones

See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings. — J.R. Ward

Fear and faith have something in common. They both ask us to believe in something we cannot see. — Joel Osteen

He'd never prove it, and if he did there'd be nothing he could do about it. But it would be true, and that was something. — Nick Harkaway

If I want to run around a field when I'm 70, I would like to have that option. — Amanda Burton

The kind of love my mum talks about is full of worry and work and forgiving people and putting up with things and stuff like that. It's not a lot of fun, that's for sure. If that really is love, the kind my mum talks about, then nobody can ever know if they love somebody, can they? It seems like what she's saying is, if you're pretty sure you love somebody, the way I was sure in those few weeks, then you can't love them, because that isn't what love is. Trying to understand what she means by love would do your head in. — Nick Hornby