Think Before You Do Something Stupid Quotes

#1. Shall I stop in to check on Bella before I go?"
"Not dressed like that. You would give her palpitations if she knew you were going into danger for her benefit."
"Luckily, I am mostly immune to Bella's powers and could cure such palpitations with a thought," Gideon mused.
Jacob raised a brow, taking the medic's measure. He could not recall the last time he had heard the Ancient crack wise about anything. It was not a wholly unpleasant experience, and it amused the Enforcer.
"I . . . am aware of what is occurring between you and Legna, as you know," Jacob mentioned with casual quiet. "I am only recently Imprinted myself, but should you require - " He broke off, suddenly uncomfortable. "Of course, you probably know far more about Imprinting than I ever will."
He is reaching out to you.
Legna's soft encouragement made Gideon suddenly aware of that fact. It was one of those nuances he would have missed completely, rusty as he was with matters of friendship and how to relate better to others.
"I am glad for the offer of any help you can provide," Gideon said quickly. "In fact, I had wanted to ask you . . . something . . ."
What did I want to ask him? he asked Legna urgently.
I do not know! I did not tell you to engage him, just to graciously accept his offer.
Oh. My apologies. Still, you are clever enough to think of something, are you not?
Legna knew he was baiting her, so she laughed.
Ask him why it is you seem to consta #Quote by Jacquelyn Frank

#2. Darla had been doing something by the fire. Now she returned and began stripping the blanket off me. I grabbed it before she could pull it away from my groin, to preserve my modesty.
Let go. There's nothing there I haven't seen. Who do you think undressed you, anyway? And honestly, I've seen better equipment on goats. #Quote by Mike Mullin

#3. Vince and I had reached the point where there was nothing else we could think of to do with the taco wrapper, and since he refused to draw straws for the privilege of telling Deborah, I'd been forced to make the call to give her the news that we'd come up blank. And three minutes later, here she was, striding into our lab like avenging fury.
"Goddamn it," she said before she was even all the way in the room, "I need something from you!"
"Maybe a sedative?" Vince suggested, and for once I thought he was right on the money. #Quote by Jeff Lindsay

#4. H--‐how did we get in the water?"

"You were burning. I needed to do something to cool you. As soon as I carried you in, though, you started flailing around. Scared me," he added on a whisper.

That explained the dream. But it didn't change what she knew was coming. She pressed her face against his neck and drew in the sweet scent of his skin. Loved the rasp of his stubbly cheek against her flesh.

"Why do I get the feeling you're holding something back?" he asked softly.

Because he was smart. And because even in the short amount of time they'd been together, he'd learned more about her than anyone else in her entire life. "I believe in signs. I never did before but…I dreamed about you."

"You did?"

She nodded. "I think I have for a while, I just…I didn't know it was you. But now…"
She swallowed hard. "I should have waited for you. It's the biggest regret I have. I'm sorry I didn't wait. #Quote by Elisabeth Naughton

#5. They also found a burial chamber, didn't they?' Richard asked. 'Yes.' 'Do you think it was used by the king?' Pa Anozie gave Richard a long, pained look and mumbled something for a while, looking grieved. Emeka laughed before he translated. 'Papa said he thought you were among the white people who know something. He said the people of Igboland do not know what a king is. We have priests and elders. The burial place was maybe for a priest. But the priest does not suffer people like king. It is because the white man gave us warrant chiefs that foolish men are calling themselves kings today. #Quote by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#6. There's a kind of edge to what you're doing, the kind of leading edge of what you're doing. Inside that edge [are elements you] are familiar with, and are probably becoming slightly bored with, as well, over a period of time. "I've pulled that one out before. Oh, no, I can't I'm just fed up with that. Let's do something else."And you always think "Oh my God I've never done anything at all like that before." But, of course, in retrospect, and to an outsider, they'll say, "Oh, yeah that's typical Eno." #Quote by Brian Eno

#7. I'm talking about women's matters."
"Women's--"
"And the moon. What I mean is the time each month when--"
"I know, I know!" I exclaimed, stopping her before she could say any more. My cheeks burned. "My nurse, Ione, told my sister and me all about that when we were ten years old. Mother repeated all of it right before my sister left Sparta to marry. They both told us that this isn't something for men to hear." I nodded at Milo. He looked disappointed.
"Men know more about women than you think," Eunike said. "But since you're already so knowledgeable, how are you going to manage to hide it when you're on the road and you--"
"I won't," I said sharply. "It hasn't happened to me yet. I don't know why. My sister, my twin, she's been a woman for at least two years. I'm still a girl." I hated recalling how Clytemnestra had lorded it over me when she'd changed and I'd stayed the same. Worse, every month after that she made it a point to ask me whether "it" had happened to me yet, and every month I had to say no. Ione told me not to fret, that every woman walked the same path eventually, that it would come to me before I knew it. I was still waiting.
"Hmmm." The Pythia was silent for a time, then said, "This may be a blessing for you, Helen. It might even be an omen, a sign from the gods to let you know they want you to succeed."
"Do you really think so?" I asked eagerly. About time my monthly humiliation did me some good! I thought. #Quote by Esther M. Friesner

#8. What if this was a sign? Maybe I'm not supposed to be an Outsider.
He surprised her by taking her hand and threading his fingers through hers. "You already are an Outsider. You fit everywhere. You just don't see it yet."
She stared at their hands. He'd never done that before.
Roar gave her a droll look. "It's just odd having you lay your hand on my arm all the time," he said, responding to her thoughts.
Yes, but this feels intimate. Don't you think it does? I don't mean that I think we're being too intimate. I guess I do. Roar, sometimes it's really hard to get used to this.
Roar flashed a grin. "Aria, this isn't intimate. If I were being intimate with you, trust me, you'd know."
She rolled her eyes. Next time you say something like that, you should toss a red rose and then leave with a swish of your cape. #Quote by Veronica Rossi

#9. And after?"
"As we discussed. Honor the Covenant. No more forced levies; tax reform; trade reestablished with the outside, minus the tariffs that went into the Merindar personal fortune. That's to start."
Bran shrugged, rubbed his hands from his jaw to through his hair, then he turned to me. "Mel?"
"I would prefer to discuss it later," I said.
"What's to discuss?" Bran said, spreading his hands.
"The little matter of the crown," Shevraeth said dryly. "If we are finished, I propose we withdraw for the evening. We are all tired and would do the better for a night's sleep."
I turned to him. "You said to Bran we can leave, whatever we decide."
He bowed.
"Good. We'll leave in the morning. First light."
Bran's jaw dropped.
"I want to go home," I said fiercely.
The Prince must have given some signal undiscernible to me, for suddenly a servant stood behind my chair, to whom Prince Alaerec said, "Please conduct the Countess to the chamber prepared for her."
I got up, said to Bran, "I'll need something to wear on the ride home."
He slewed around in his chair. "But--"
I said even more fiercely than before, "Do you really think I ought to wear this home--even if it were mine, which it isn't?"
"All right." Branaric rubbed his eyes. "Curse it, I can't think for this headache on me. Maybe I'd better turn in myself."
He fell in step beside me and we were led out. I walked with as much dignity as I could muster, h #Quote by Sherwood Smith

#10. Do you realize why is it I'm so driven to operate within the Establishment? It's vengeance. 'Hope I die before I get old' is something I still have to live with, but not for the reason many people think. I have to be very, very vigilant not to become one of those people I despised. #Quote by Pete Townshend

#11. I haven't been with a man before."
"I know it." Adelia's smile was soft, almost wistful. "Do you think I wouldn't know if that had changed for you? You think too much of yourself to give what you are to something unless it matters.No one's mattered before. #Quote by Nora Roberts

#12. Do you know Einstein's theory of relativity?"

Connor just stares at me. "Let's assume I don't."

"Yeah, I didn't either, until . . . well." I shake my head to clear that line of thought. "Basically, space and time are really one thing, a kind of giant film stretched across the universe called space-time. Dense objects warp the fabric of space-time, like the way a trampoline dips when someone stands on it. If you've got something heavy enough, like insanely heavy, it can punch a hole right through."

"Okay, I get that."

"Well, in the future the government develops this massive particle collider called Cassandra. When they slam the right subatomic particles into one another under the right conditions, the particles hypercondense on impact and become heavy enough to punch a tiny hole in space-time. We came through that hole."

"Why?"

"Because the future needs to be changed. We need to destroy Cassandra before it's ever built, or it's going to end the world. People weren't meant to travel in time."

"But . . ." Connor presses his fingers into his temples. "If you destroy the machine before it gets built - "

"Then it will never have existed for us to travel back in time to destroy it?" Finn says.

"Right."

I nod. "It's a paradox. But the thing about time is that it's not actually linear, the way we think of it. This person I once knew, he had this theory about time, that it had #Quote by Cristin Terrill

#13. What are you up to?" she asked.
"Why would you think I'm up to anything?"
Her lips pursed before she said, "You wouldn't be you if you weren't up to something."
He smiled at that. "I do believe that was a compliment."
"It wasn't necessarily intended as such."
"But nonetheless," he said mildly, "that's how I choose to take it. #Quote by Julia Quinn

#14. If you haven't said 'I love you' to someone today, do it. You won't always be happy, but you should try to be. Don't be too afraid of germs. Those people have no fun. Remember to look around sometimes. You might see something you haven't seen before or at the very least avoid being hit by a flying object. Speaking of flying objects, don't spend your life looking for extraterrestrial life, unless you work for NASA. Remember that you always have to cooperate with someone. Life is an endless negotiation. Play fair. Stay out of jail. Don't live in the past. Eat breakfast. It really is the most important meal of the day. Try to make new friends, even when you think you're too old to do that ... And finally, remember this 'Yes' is always a better work than 'no'. Unless, of course, someone has just asked you to commit a felony. #Quote by Lisa Lutz

#15. If you seek for freedom, you cannot find it. Absolute freedom itself is necessary before you can acquire absolute freedom. That is our practice. Our way is not always to go in one direction. Sometimes we go east; sometimes we go west. To go one mile to the west means to go back one mile to the east. Usually if you go one mile to the east it is the opposite of going one mile to the west. But if it is possible to go one mile to the east, that means it is possible to go one mile to the west. This is freedom. Without this freedom you cannot be concentrated on what you do. You may think you are concentrated on something, but before you obtain this freedom, you will have some uneasiness in what you are doing. Because you are bound by some idea of going east or west, your activity is in dichotomy or duality. As long as you are caught by duality you cannot attain absolute freedom, and you cannot concentrate. #Quote by Shunryu Suzuki

#16. I crossed over to Broadway and walked north to Twenty-fifth Street to the Serbian Orthadox Cathedral dedicated to Saint Seva, the patron saint of the Serbs, I stopped, as I had many times before, to visit the bust of Nikola Tesla, the patron saint of alternating current, placed outside the church like a lone sentinel. I stood as a Con Edison truck parked within eyeshot. No respect, I thought.

-And you think you have problems, he said to me.
-Oh, I'm just having trouble writing. I move back and forth between lethargy and agitation,
-A pity. Perhaps you should step inside and light a candle to Saint Seva. He calms the sea for ships,
-yeah, maybe. I'm off balance, not sure what's wrong.
-You have misplaced joy, he said without hesitation. Without joy we are as dead,
-How do I find it again?
-Find those who have it and bathe in their perfection.
-Thank you, Mr. Tesla. Is there something I can do for you?
-Yes, he said, could you move a bit to the left? You're standing in my light. #Quote by Patti Smith

#17. She asked about my intentions toward you." He steadied his nerve to speak words that might hurt her. "I told her there was nothing between us."
"Did you?" Her expression was impenetrable as she shifted her gaze to the road ahead. "Fortunately, I told her the same thing."
He gripped the reins. So much for hurting her.
"But you know Gran," Celia went on lightly. "She'll think what she wants, no matter what either of us say."
"Well," he managed, "her mind will surely be put to rest about you and me when you announce that you're marrying the duke."
"When I announce?" she echoed, then fell silent for a long moment. "There's something I…ought to have mentioned before."
He gritted his teeth. Damn, damn, damn. She must have already announced it, last night after he'd left the ball. It was set in stone now. She was planning to let that bloody duke into her bed and her life, even though she didn't-
"I never had any intention of marrying the duke."
Stunned, he turned to gape at her, a jolt of relief shooting straight to his soul. Then he caught himself. He could be reading her words entirely wrong. "Oh? Have you fixed on one of the others instead?"
She took a deep breath. "Actually I'd planned for another outcome entirely."
His blood clamored in his chest. "What do you mean?"
"I was hoping that if I gained an offer from a man of high rank, I could throw it in Gran's face to prove I am just as marriageable as any woman. Then she woul #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#18. Our schools teach the opposite: institutionalized education traffics in a kind of homogenized, generic knowledge. Everybody who passes through the American school system learns not to think in power law terms. Every high school course period lasts 45 minutes whatever the subject. Every student proceeds at a similar pace. At college, model students obsessively hedge their futures by assembling a suite of exotic and minor skills. Every university believes in "excellence," and hundred-page course catalogs arranged alphabetically according to arbitrary departments of knowledge seem designed to reassure you that "it doesn't matter what you do, as long as you do it well." That is completely false. It does matter what you do. You should focus relentlessly on something you're good at doing, but before that you must think hard about whether it will be valuable in the future. #Quote by Peter Thiel

#19. Do you know when they say soul-mates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. "Soul-mate wanted". It doesn't mean too much now. But soul mates- think about it. When your soul-whatever that is anyway-something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape-when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it. The rest of you just feels sweaty and jumpy at first. And your souls get married without even meaning to-even if you can't be together for some reason in real life, your souls just go ahead and make the wedding plans. A soul's wedding must be too beautiful to even look at. It must be blinding. In must be like all the weddings in the world-gondolas with canopies of doves, champagne glasses shattering, wings of veils, drums beating, flutes and trumpets,showers of roses. And after that happens-that's it, this is it. But sometimes you have to let that person go. When you are little, people , movie and fairy tales all tell you that one day you're going to meet this person. So you keep waiting and it's a lot harder than they make it sound. Then you meet and you think, okay, now we can just get on with it but you find out that sometimes your sould brother partner lover has other ideas about that. #Quote by Francesca Lia Block

#20. Sonya lays sound asleep, breathing deeply.
I brush a wisp of hair out of her face.
She's twitching, gently snoring, and she smells of cigarette smoke from the bar and something else - cool ranch and toothpaste, I think. Regardless, she is more beautiful than ever.
I sit next to her and speak in a whisper. "You know I will always love you. Of all the people I've met in my life, you are the most exceptional, the most caring, and the most deserving of happiness. I wish I could offer you more, but the best I can do is leave you alone. If you can just stay out of this place, stay away from this town and all the things that have happened here, I know you'll find what you're looking for."
I try to resist but I can't help myself. I gently kiss her on the lips before going to sleep in the other room. #Quote by Matthew Alan

#21. A pity that she gets so upset about little things, isn't it?"
"Like the time we sneaked the greased piglet into Mrs. Astor's parlor."
Smiling reminiscently, Lillian knelt before the door and worked the pin into the lock. "You know, I've always wondered why Mother didn't appreciate that we did it in her defense. Something had to be done after Mrs. Astor wouldn't invite Mother to her party."
"I think Mother's point was that putting livestock in someone's house does little to recommend us as future party guests."
"Well, I didn't think that was nearly as bad as the time we set off the Roman candle in the store on Fifth Avenue."
"We were obligated to do that, after that salesman had been so rude. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#22. About one month before he was killed, when asked by David Frost how his obituary should read: Something about the fact that I made some contribution to either my country, or those who were less well off. I think back to what Camus wrote about the fact that perhaps this world is a world in which children suffer, but we can lessen the number of suffering children, and if you do not do this, then who will do this? I'd like to feel that I'd done something to lessen that suffering. #Quote by Robert Kennedy

#23. Their shocking conclusion was that very often extra knowledge is a disadvantage. At first it seems nonsensical that knowledge could be a burden, and even a curse. The problem, of course, is not in the knowledge itself. The problem is when you can't imagine what it's like not to have that knowledge. This is because people are, according to the economists, "unable to ignore the additional information they possess." There's something about having knowledge that makes it difficult to take the beginner's view, to be able to think the way you did before you had that knowledge. And unless you're aware that you actually know something the other person doesn't know, you can be at a disadvantage. When you forget you know more than they do, there're a tendency to undervalue your position. #Quote by Alan Alda

#24. Is there anything you want to do before we put our heads in plastic boxes for two days?'
I thought about this for a second, then held the side of her face and kissed her.
We both zipped up our suits just in time to see the reactor blow: a column of green radioactive fire, belching black smoke. Di squeezed my hand, our big boxy heads knocked clumsily together, and I tried to think of something romantic to say.
'Well, I guess that's why they all die of cancer. #Quote by Tom Francis

#25. What is it?" I asked, pasting a magazine photo of a football--found in an old Seventeen magazine spread--on my beloved's collage.
"Well, a bunch of cattle trucks just showed up," he said, trying to talk over the symphonic mooing of cows all around him. "They were supposed to get here tomorrow night, but they showed up early…"
"Oh, no…that's a bummer," I said, not quite sure what he was getting at.
"So now I've got to work all these cattle tonight and get 'em shipped…and by the time I get done, the store in town will be closed," he began. Our appointment with Father Johnson was at ten the next morning. "So I think I'm just going to have to come over there really early tomorrow morning and do the thing at your house," Marlboro Man said. I could hardly hear him through the cattle.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "What time were you thinking of coming over?" I braced myself for the worst.
"I was thinking around six or so," he said. "That would give me plenty of time to get it done before we go."
Six? In the morning? Ugh, I thought. I have only one more week of sleeping in. After we're married, there's no telling what time I'll have to get out of bed.
"Okay," I said, my voice dripping with trepidation. "I'll see you in the morning. Oh, and hey…if I don't answer the door right away it probably means I'm doing some weight training or something."
"Gotcha," Marlboro Man answered, humoring me. "And hey--don't pull any muscles or strain yourself. We're g #Quote by Ree Drummond

#26. Love Notes From Something I Never Told You-

# Sometimes I wonder if you and I are the same person. We are a little broken, quite messed up and in love with the idea of love.
# Just because of something which happened in the past, do not stop believing in love, do not stop looking for love, do not stop loving.
# We were a little more than friends and a little less than lovers.
# He gazed into her dark eyes. His soul had finally found the place it needed to rest in.
# True love never dies. It sleeps Silently in aching hearts and wakes up on lonely nights.
# When I am gone, don't look for me. A part of me will always be with you; you carry my heart in your heart.
# Our love filled a space in my heart, space which I did not know even existed.
# Your love was like a serene sunset. I was mesmerized beyond words by it before it left me alone in the darkness.
# I dream about you way too often for us to be- Just friends.
# Looking at you, I think I can write a Love Story.
# Little did I know that my feelings for you were seeds when I buried them deep in my heart to forget you- they grew into love.
# For long I have not been able to find myself, I am still lost in you. #Quote by Shravya Bhinder

#27. I think the point of cinematography, of what we do, is intimacy. Is intent, is the balance between the familiar and the dream, it is being subjective and objective, it is being engaged and yet standing back and noticing something that perhaps other people didn't notice before, or celebrating something that you feel is beautiful or valid, or true or engaging in some way. #Quote by Christopher Doyle

#28. Of course it's jealousy," said Adrian nonchalantly. "What do you expect? The former love of your life comes back - from the dead, no less. That's not something I'm really excited about. But I don't blame you for feeling confused."
"I told you before - "
"I know, I know." Adrian didn't sound particularly upset. In fact, there was a surprisingly patient tone in his voice. "I know you said him coming back wouldn't affect things between us. But saying one thing before it happens and then actually having that thing happen are two different things."
"What are you getting at?" I asked, kind of confused.
"I want you, Rose." He squeezed my hand more tightly. "I've always wanted you. I want to be with you. I'd like to be like other guys and say I want to take care of you too, but...well. When it comes down to it, you'd probably be the one taking care of me."
I laughed in spite of myself. "Some days I think you're in more danger from yourself than anyone else. You smell like cigarettes, you know."
"Hey, I have never, ever said I was perfect. And you're wrong. You're probably the most dangerous thing in my life. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#29. They got under each of my shoulders and pulled me up, Padma walking in front of me and holding her arms out for good measure. I walked on my own, but I knew that if they hadn't been there, I might have fallen more than once. Side by side, we marched into the Ocean, all of us crying for help.
What? I felt the swirling waves of Her worry as we floated just beneath the surface.
Something's wrong with Kahlen, Miaka said.
In the water, they could let me go, and I floated there, the Ocean holding me like a child.
I'm so tired.
Look at her skin, Elizabeth said. She's so pale. And she keeps sleeping. Like she needs it.
She has a fever, too, Miaka added. I was acutely aware that my temperature was off; I could feel the water around me warming from my touch....She fretted. This has never happened before. I don't know what to do.
Maybe if she stays in You for a while, it would help, Elizabeth suggested.
What, Miaka? the Ocean asked suddenly.
Nothing. But she did look like she was hiding something.
What were you thinking?
Nothing, Miaka insisted. Flipping through ideas, it's all nothing. I think Elizabeth is onto something. She swam up to me. We'll come and check on you every hour until you feel like coming back to bed.
I didn't want to say how much it bothered me that she said "back to bed" instead of "back to the house." It was like she knew I wasn't going to be standing again.
Okay.
They fled, of #Quote by Kiera Cass

#30. He said sometimes when you're young you have to think about things, because you're forming your value-sets and you keep coming up with Data Insufficient and finding holes in your programs. So you keep trying to do a fix on your sets. And the more powerful your mind is and the more intense your concentration is, the worse damage you can do to yourself, which is why, Justin says, Alphas always have trouble and some of them go way off and out-there, and why almost all Alphas are eccentric. But he says the best thing you can do if you're too bright for your own good is what the Testers do, be aware where you got which idea, keep a tab on everything, know how your ideas link up with each other and with your deep-sets and value-sets, so when you're forty or fifty or a hundred forty and you find something that doesn't work, you can still find all the threads and pull them.

But that's not real easy unless you know what your value-sets are, and most CITs don't. CITs have a trouble with not wanting to know that kind of thing. Because some of them are real eetee once you get to thinking about how they link. Especially about sex and ego-nets.

Justin says inflexibility is a trap and most Alpha types are inward-turned because they process so fast they're gone and thinking before a Gamma gets a sentence out. Then they get in the habit of thinking they thought of everything, but they don't remember everything stems from input. You may have a new idea, but it stems from #Quote by C.J. Cherryh

#31. I'm not talking about having to consult Julia Child before you can take a pot off the rack. I think that's something we can all do more and do better. #Quote by Michael Pollan

#32. He opens his window and motions for me to open mine. When I do, he tries to say something. His voice barely carries through the sound of the rain coming down hard between us.
I lean out the car window. "What?"
He leans out his window, meeting me halfway. We're both wet and soaked, but neither of us seems to care. "Don't run away from me when I need to tell you somethin' important."
"What?" I say, hoping he doesn't notice the tears running down my face, and praying they're getting mixed up with the rain.
"Tonight was ... well, it was perfect for me, too. You've turned my world upside down. I've fallen in love with you, chica, and it scares the fuckin' shit outta me. I've been shakin' all night, because I knew it. I've tried to deny it, to make you think I wanted you as a fake girlfriend, but that was a lie."
"I love you, Kiara," he says before his lips move forward and meet mine. #Quote by Simone Elkeles

#33. Tobias takes me to the atrium near the hotel dormitory, and we spend some time there, talking and kissing and pointing out the strangest plants. It feels like something that normal people do--go on dates, talk about small things, laugh. We have had so few of those moments. Most of our time together has been spent running from one threat or another, or running toward one threat or another. But I can see a time on the horizon when that won't need to happen anymore. We will reset the people in the compound, and work to rebuild this place together. Maybe then we can find out if we do as well with the quiet moments as we have with the loud ones.
I am looking forward to it.
Finally the time comes for Tobias to leave. I stand on the higher step in the atrium and he stands on the lower one, so we're on the same plane.
"I don't like that I can't be with you tonight," he says. "It doesn't feel right to leave you alone with something this huge."
"What, you don't think I can handle it?" I say, a little defensive.
"Obviously that is not what I think." He touches his hands to my face and leans his forehead against mine. "I just don't want you to have to bear it alone."
"I don't want you to have to bear Uriah's family alone," I say softly. "But I think these are things we have to do separately. I'm glad I'll get to be with Caleb before…you know. It'll be nice not having to worry about you at the same time."
"Yeah." He closes his eyes. "I can't wait until t #Quote by Veronica Roth

#34. When I was young, Monsieur," he said, "I used to think a lot about God. But He seems to have grown thinner with the years. He is still in that cornfield you painted, and in the sunset by Montmajour, but when I think about men ... and the world they have made ... " "I know, Roulin, but I feel more and more that we must not judge God by this world. It's just a study that didn't come off. What can you do in a study that has gone wrong, if you are fond of the artist? You do not find much to criticize; you hold your tongue. But you have a right to ask for something better." "Yes, that's it," exclaimed Roulin, "something just a tiny bit better." "We should have to see some other work by the same hand before we judge him. This world was evidently botched up in a hurry on one of his bad days, when the artist did not have his wits about him. #Quote by Irving Stone

#35. Students, when you want to say something, think about it three times before you say it. Speak only if your words will benefit yourselves and others. Do not speak if it brings no benefit. #Quote by Dogen

#36. Something tells me that you sneak bars up to your room a lot. In fact, you probably have a whole little shoebox dedicated to them."
"Wrong."
"I don't think I am. Tell the truth, Emery. Do you hoard chocolate bars?"
"Eww! Hoarding makes it sound gross. It's not like I collect them or anything. I just keep a few on hand when the craving hits."
"And how often is that?"
He's pushing me. It's evident by the grin on his face, but there's something about the way his eyes are lighting up, the first time they've done it since he got here today, that makes me wanna answer him just to keep it going.
I like the way he is right now. It's much better than the tense and angry way he was before.
"Every single day." I admit and along with the smile comes a thick rumble of laughter.
"So, you admit you have a problem. That's the first step. Now that you've admitted it, I can properly treat you."
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"You solemnly swear never to take home and hide another chocolate bar, and I'll make sure that every day, you have your daily dose of it. #Quote by Melyssa Winchester

#37. I was going to say, let alone that I might find a mate."
Vic's heart swelled, and in that moment, he knew his feelings weren't simply a case of misplaced lust, that Kellan meant something to him, that he had been led to Vale Valley for more than sanctuary. They might not be able to have a family since they couldn't possibly be fated mates, but that was all right. They'd still have each other.
"Kellan, have you ever been kissed?"
Kellan blinked up at him as he shook his head.
Vic framed Kellan's face with his hands. "Then I think we should do something about that."
He held Kellan's gaze for a moment before descending on him, capturing Kellan's lips with his own, moving them over Kellan's mouth. He kept his touch slow and gentle, imprinting the memory of their first kiss to hold dear in his heart forever. Kellan melted against his frame and kissed him back, his technique clumsy, but earnest. As their exchange heated, Vic wrapped one hand around Kellan's nape and grasped his waist with the other. Kellan opened up to him and Vic dipped his tongue into Kellan's willing mouth, tasting and exploring as much of the sweet man as he could.
Vic slowed the kiss before they got too carried away, still mindful of not overwhelming him. When he broke the connection, he framed Kellan's face again and pressed his lips to Kellan's forehead to seal his intent. They stared into each other's eyes in silence as they caught their breath again.
Kellan curled #Quote by M.M. Wilde

#38. Whatever you do, don't stop living now just because a few women got to talking about something they know nothing about. You keep your head up and keep living and soon enough they'll stop talking. In fact, I think you'll find a friendly face among them before long." Margaret's voice sounded so confident, like it really could be possible.

Em looked down the street at the other pedestrians. "I thought I was past caring what others thought. But their words hurt."

"When we really live, we risk the pain. But you'll work through it. #Quote by Rachel Fordham

#39. I remember, the first time I saw you."
I did too, something seared into my memory, but it wasn't about me, right then.
"You were this… fierce thing," he said, moving the wipe to my left eye, pressing carefully to the eyelid. "Tall and gorgeous and fucking bitchy as all hell." He set the wipe down behind me and then pulled out another. He started in on the other eye. "And I didn't think I'd ever seen anything as amazing as you before."
My throat clicked audibly as I wondered where this was leading to. Because he was talking about Helena, not me.
"You were with Paul," he continued. "Though I didn't know who he was at the time. All I wanted to do was find out who you were."
He finished with my eyes and used another wipe on my cheeks. My lips, though, there wasn't much lipstick left.
He didn't say much more until he'd finished. By the time he sat back, my skin felt raw and my heart was tripping all over itself in my chest.
"And then you disappeared," he said. "But you came back. As her."
I froze.
He sighed and took my hands in his. "You were Sandy when I first saw you," he said, squeezing my fingers. "You were Helena when I saw you again." His eyes darted away. "And you were Sandy when I was an asshole. That was on me, and I don't know that I'll ever forgive myself for that." He took a deep breath and let it out slow. "I don't care if you're Helena. I don't care if you never put on a wig again. I will take anything you're willing to gi #Quote by T.J. Klune

#40. I read your poem," I croaked. "'Fall.'"
Then something I never thought would happen, happened: Marcus Flutie was shocked by something I said.
"You did?" he said. "I thought you lost it!"
"Well someone found it for me. Where do you get off saying," I lowered my voice, "we'll be naked without shame in paradise?"
He didn't open his mouth.
"I know what that means, you know. Who do you think I am?"
He didn't open his mouth.
"We are never going to be naked without shame in paradise."
He didn't open his mouth.
"We're NEVER going to have sex," I whispered, clearly over-stating my case.
He didn't open his mouth. The mouth that used to bite mine.
"And I'm just going to forget about that biting thing from the other night," I said.
He looked at me right in the eyes. If he'd focused hard enough on my pupils, he could've seen his own reflection, his own face smirking at me.
"You couldn't forget if you tried," he said, before walking away.
He's right. And I don't know if I hate him or love him for that. #Quote by Megan McCafferty

#41. Logan reached to tip her chin up with his finger. "Bullshit," he said softly. "Those are just examples. You put other people first. Without even thinking about it." He paused. Then added, "I'll be honest--" He brushed his thumb over her chin. " I probably didn't put all of that into actual thought before all of this with the baby and everything. It was just a general impression of you. Something about you drew me in. But I do know what it is now. You think I'm fun and the life of the party and make people comfortable and happy. But so do you. Not with the same techniques, but being with you is easier on people than being without you."
[Dana] sucked in a little breath. That was, by far, no question, the best thing anyone had ever said to her. #Quote by Erin Nicholas

#42. What would it take to get you to leave me alone?"
"I think you know exactly what it would take."
"What if I make you a deal?"
His eyebrows wrinkled. "A deal?"
Lowering my voice,I said, "What if I promise to go with you,but not until right before the Tunnels come?" I took a step closer in my sudden enthusiasm, and he backed up. "As long as I go with you before the Tunnels actually come, it will work.If you give me these last moments with Jack alone, I'll go with you."
I tried not to let my face show the lie I was telling.
His face went blank,then it broke out in a wide grin. "Golly, do you pinky swear?" he said sarcastically. When I didn't answer,he continued, "Your little plan would involve me taking quite a bit of faith.You're not exactly a safe bet."
I guess I wasn't surprised. But I was so tired of Cole. I looked him directly in the eye. "If you can tell when I'm lying, you should know without a doubt when I'm telling the truth." I put my face even closer to his. "Here's the truth. I.Will.Never.Ever.Go with you."
Cole's eyes became tight,and then I saw something on his face I'd never seen before.Genuine pain.
I took in a short breath of surprise, but I stood my ground. If the hurt on his face was as real as it looked, maybe that's what it would take to get him to back down. #Quote by Brodi Ashton

#43. Angry heat tightens my skin. "Never took you for a coward," I blurt.
His head snaps in my direction. "What do you mean by that?"
"You came here tonight for a reason. Why don't you own up to it?" Before I can think about it, I lean across the center console and stare him directly in the face. "Do you always run from what you want?"
Maybe I'm going out on a limb to imply he wants me, but the pulse throbbing at his neck tells me it's so. And he is here, after all.
His gaze drops to my mouth. "I can't think of the last time I had anything I truly wanted," he says huskily, so low I could hardly hear him. It's more like I felt him.
His words echo through me, striking a chord so deep that I'm sure there's a reason for all this. A reason we've found each other, first in the mountains and now here. A reason. Something more. Something bigger than coincidence. "Me too."
He leans across the console. Sliding a hand behind my neck, he tugs my face closer. I move fluid, melting toward him. "Maybe it's time to change that then."
At the first brush of his mouth, stinging heat surges through me, shocking me motionless. My veins and skin pop and pulse.
I rise on my knees, clutch his shoulders with clawing fingers, trying to get closer. My hands drift, rounding over his smooth shoulders, skimming down a rock-hard chest. His heart beats like a drum beneath my fingers. My blood burns, lungs expand and smolder. I can't draw enough air through my nose . . . or #Quote by Sophie Jordan

#44. She slid a slim volume of poetry off the shelf and returned to her chair, swishing her rather unnattractive skirts before she sat down.
Benedict frowned. He'd never really noticed before how ugly her dress was. Not as bad as the one Mrs. Cabtree had lent her, but certainly not anything designed to bring out the best in a woman.
He ought to buy her a new dress. She would never accept it,of course, but maybe if her current garments were accidentally burned...
"Mr. Bridgerton?"
But how could he manage to burn her dress? She'd have to not be wearing it, and that posed a certain challenge in and of itself...
"Are you even listening to me?" Sophie demanded.
"Hmmm?"
"You're not listening to me."
"Sorry," he admitted. "My apologies. My mind got away from me. Please continue."
She began anew, and in his attempt to show how much attention he was paying her, he focused his eyes on her lips, which proved to be a big mistake.
Because suddenly those lips were all he could see, and he couldn't stop thinking about kissing her, and he knew- absolutely knew-that if one of them didn't leave the room in the next thirty seconds, he was going to do something for which he'd owe her a thousand apologies.
Not that he didn't plan to seduce her. Just that he'd rather do it with a bit more finesse.
"Oh, dear," he blurted out.
Sophie gave him an odd look. He didn't blame her. He sounded like a complete idiot. He didn't think he'd uttered t #Quote by Julia Quinn

#45. I am like God, Codi? Like GOD? Give me a break. If I get another letter that mentions SAVING THE WORLD, I am sending you, by return mail, a letter bomb. Codi, please. I've got things to do.

You say you're not a moral person. What a copout. Sometime, when I wasn't looking, something happened to make you think you were bad. What, did Miss Colder give you a bad mark on your report card? You think you're no good, so you can't do good things. Jesus, Codi, how long are you going to keep limping around on that crutch? It's the other way around, it's what you do that makes you who you are.

I'm sorry to be blunt. I've had a bad week. I am trying to explain, and I wish you were here so I could tell you this right now, I am trying to explain to you that I'm not here to save anybody or any thing. It's not some perfect ideal we're working toward that keeps us going. You ask, what if we lose this war? Well, we could. By invasion, or even in the next election. People are very tired. I don't expect to see perfection before I die. Lord, if I did I would have stuck my head in the oven back in Tucson, after hearing the stories of some of those refugees. What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive. You keep your eyes open, you see this damned-to-hell world you got born into, and you ask yourself, "What life can I live that will let me breathe in & out and love somebody or something and not run off #Quote by Barbara Kingsolver

#46. Don't blame me for you robbing the king's treasury!" I snarled. "You are here because you messed up."
"I prayed to you!"
"Well, perhaps you didn't pray for the right thing at the right time!" I yelled. "Pray for wisdom before you do something stupid! Don't pray for me to bail you out after you followed your worst instincts! #Quote by Rick Riordan

#47. By the way," Arabella said, "you might get a call from school. I forgot to mention it before."
Mother paused. "Why?"
"Well, we were playing basketball and I guess I pulled on Diego's jersey. I don't even remember doing it. And Valerie decided it would be a good idea to snitch on me. I mean, I saw her walk over to the coach and pull on his sleeve like she was five or something. I even asked Diego if he cared, and he said he didn't even notice. It's a sport! I was into it."
"Aha," Mother said. "Get to the call-from-school part."
"I told her that snitches get stitches. And Coach said that I made a terrorist threat."
"That's stupid," Lina said, pushing back her dark hair. "It's not a threat, it's just a thing people say."
"Snitches do get stitches." Bern shrugged.
"Your school is stupid," Grandma Frida said.
"So he said I had to apologize and I refused, since she snitched on me, so I got sent to the office. I'm not in trouble, but they want to move me to third-period PE now."
Well, it could've been worse. At least she didn't hurt anybody. #Quote by Ilona Andrews