Varen Nethers Quotes & Sayings

It's very easy to turn a toy into an adult toy: Location, location, location. — Demetri Martin

As long as you're going to be thinking, think big. — Donald Trump

You're a dream. Like everything else. — Kelly Creagh

No," said her dad, starting to shout, "what I can't handle is you being dropped off after midnight by some kid who thinks he's a vampire!"
"And now you're dating a vampire?" Danny asked, intrigued. "You know they bite right?"
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"How can he be a vampire when he knows so much about slayers? — Kelly Creagh

You heard it from the heart, you saw it in their eyes. Then I got used to the fact that I couldn't feel my fingers and my feet. That for me was the essence of the battle. — Jude Law

When the focus becomes 'What would Jesus do?' instead of 'What has Jesus done?' the [conservative/liberal] labels no longer matter. — Michael S. Horton

Isobel's head popped up. "What does 'sagacious' mean?"
"Sagacious," he said, writing, "adjective describing someone in possession of acute mental faculties. Also describing one who might, in a bookstore, think to get up and locate an actual dictionary instead of asking a billion questions. — Kelly Creagh

Let me attain no envied wealth, let me not plunder cities, neither be taken in turn, and face life in the power of another. — Aeschylus

In love. In love with the stoic, the sullen, the eternally morose Varen Nethers?
He would never allow it. — Kelly Creagh

Evolution is more about the condition of the heart of a man who does not want to acknowledge God than it is about the facts. — John Yates

the key to success isn't in all the things we do but in the handful of things we do well. — Gary Keller

Isobel's face burned. Her skin tingled where he'd touched her, with an almost imperceptible electricity that she couldn't be sure if she was imagining. Like the tips of her fingers had somehow fallen asleep. — Kelly Creagh

He clutched the watch hard in his fist, determined to destroy it, to prove that it couldn't be real. That she hadn't come here because of him, for him.
That he hadn't done what he knew he had. — Kelly Creagh

And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. — John Milton

Is - is any of this real?" she asked. "Are you real?"
He lifted a hand to her cheek, his fingers brushing her jaw.
"Even if this is a dream," he whispered, "I'm not."
Isobel's eyes widened, recognizing those words as her own, the same ones she had once uttered to him. She reached for him, her arms twining around his neck, drawing him closer so his scent poured over her, that combination of incense, citrus, and dried leaves overriding the funeral funeral smell of the crowding flowers.
"Don't leave," she breathed.
"I'm here," he whispered. "Right here. Waiting. — Kelly Creagh

Much like books, she could tell how voiceless things had provided a brand of companionship more compatible to his nature than human friendship had ever been. These things, locked in their inanimate ways, fed him ideas, she thought. They whispered their tales to him through unmoving lips and he listened, opening himself to their world so much more than any normal passerby. That much was evident in the way he'd taken the photos, as if he'd caught each soulless thing in a candid moment of secret animation. Like they'd sensed him coming and so turned themselves his way because they knew that he held the power to translate their silence into words. — Kelly Creagh

I will find comfort in the rhythm of the sea. — Charlotte Eriksson

Please welcome Professor Varen Nethers, famous depressed dead poets historian and author of the bestselling books Unlocking your Poe-tential: A Writer's Guide, and Mo Poe Fo Yo: When You Just Can't Get Enough. — Kelly Creagh