Words that Capture the Soul

A growing list of my favorite quotes and passages from books, movies and other media

(warning: this section contains many spoilers – my favorite quotes are generally big moments in the book/movie)

A bookstore is the most wonderful place to be.
A bookstore is the most wonderful place to be.

It’s like the great stories, the ones that really matter. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes, you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come! And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. These were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. Folks in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding onto something.

What are we holding on to, Sam?

That there is some good left in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for!!!       -The Two Towers (movie)

Think happy thoughts: wrapping paper, carrot sticks, llamas, pistachio ice cream, safety scissors, unused Q-tips.   –Wooton

Great Light, Mover of all that is moving and at rest, be my Journey and my Far Destination, be my Want and my Fulfilling, be my Sowing and my Reaping, be my glad Song and my stark Silence. Be my Sword and my strong Shield, be my Lantern and my dark Night, be my everlasting Strength and my stark Weakness. Be my Greeting and my parting Prayer, be my bright Vision and my Blindness, be my Joy and my sharp Grief, be my sad Death and my sure Resurrection!     – Merlin

All praise the Swift Sure Hand for his deliverance at need; all praise to the Word-Giver for Truth’s Three Pillars; all praise to the Living Light for Wisdom’s holy fire!      Attend me now, Great Guide, and lead me in your ways. For wide is the world, and tangled the paths by which a man must go. And I am so easily led astray.     Here am I upon my rock, and here I stay; I will be unmoved until you, Unmoved Mover, move in me. I will keep silent until you, Living Word, speak to me. In darkness I will sit until you, Light of Life, illuminate me.    –The Silver Hand

He found her agitated and low – Frank Churchhill was a villain! He heard her declare that she had never loved Frank – Frank Churchhill’s character was not desperate. She was his own Emma, by hand and word, when they returned to the house; and if he could have thought of Frank Churchhill then, he might have deemed him a very good sort of fellow.    –Emma

I admire all my three son-in-laws highly. Wickham, perhaps, is my favorite, but I think I shall like your husband, Lizzy, quite as well as Jane’s.    –Pride and Prejudice

Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day! An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of men comes crashing down. But it is not this day! This day we FIGHT! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you STAND, men of the West!    – The Return of the King (movie)

Fear no darkness! Arise, arise, riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword day, a red day, as the sun rises. Ride now! Ride now!! Ride for ruin and the world’s ending!             -The Return of the King (movie)

Ain’t it queer that she’d take to stones, bugs, and butterflies, and save them. Now they are going to bring her the very thing she wants the worst. Lord, but this is a funny world when you get to studying! Looks like things didn’t come all by accident. Looks as if there was a plan back of it, and somebody driving that knows the road and how to handle the lines. Anyhow, Elnora’s in the wagon, and when I get out in the night and the dark closes around me, and I see stars, I don’t feel so cheap.        – Girl of the Limberlost

Glaedr had excluded Oromis from his mind for the duration of the fight, but their bond ran deeper than conscious thought, so he felt when Oromis stiffened, incapacitated by the searing pain of his bone-blight-nerve-rot. Alarmed, Glaedr released Thorn’s leg and tried to kick the red dragon away. Thorn howled at the impact, but remained where he was. Galbatorix’s spell held the two of them in place – neither able to move more than a few feet in any direction.

There was another metallic clang from above, and then Glaedr saw Naegling fall past him. The golden sword flashed and gleamed as it tumbled toward the ground. For the first time, the cold claw of fear gripped Glaedr. Most of Oromis’ word-will-energy was stored within the sword, and his wards were bound to the blade. Without it, he would be defenseless.

Glaedr threw himself against the limits of Galbatorix’s spell, struggling with all his might to break free. In spite of his efforts, however, he could not escape. And just as Oromis began to recover, Glaedr felt Zar’oc slash Oromis from shoulder to hip.

Glaedr howled.

He howled as Oromis had howled when Glaedr lost his leg.

An inexorable force gathered inside of Glaedr’s belly. Without pausing to consider whether it was possible, he pushed Thorn and Murtagh away with a blast of magic, sending them flying like windblown leaves, and then he tucked his wings against his side and dove toward Gil’ead. If he could get there fast enough, then Islanzadi and her spellcasters would be able to save Oromis.

The city was too far away, though. Oromis’ consciousness was faltering. . . fading . . . slipping away . . .

Glaedr poured his own strength into Oromis’ ruined frame, trying to sustain him until they reached the ground. But for all the energy he gave to Oromis, he could not stop the bleeding, the terrible bleeding.

“Glaedr. . . release me,” Oromis murmured with his mind.

A moment later, in an even fainter voice, he whispered, “Do not mourn me.”

And then, the partner of Glaedr’s life passed into the void.




Blackness. Emptiness.

He was alone.

A crimson haze descended over the world, throbbing in unison with his pulse. He flared his wings and looped back the way he had come, searching for Thorn and his Rider. He would not let them escape; he would catch them and tear at them and burn them until he had eradicated them from the world.

Glaedr saw the red-shrike-dragon diving toward him, and he roared his grief and redoubled his speed. The red dragon swerved at the last moment, in an attempt to flank him, but he was not fast enough to evade Glaedr, who lunged and snapped and bit off the last three feet of the red dragon’s tail. A fountain of blood prayed from the stump. Yelping in agony, the red dragon wriggled away and darted behind Glaedr. Glaedr started to twist around to face him, but the smaller dragon was too quick, too nimble. Glaedr felt a sharp pain at the base of him skull and then his vision flickered and failed.

Where was he?

He was alone.

He was alone and in the dark.

He was alone and in the dark, and he could not see or move.

He could feel the minds of other creatures close by, but they were not the minds of Thorn and Murtagh but of Arya, Eragon and Saphira.

And then Glaedr realized where he was and the true horror of the situation broke upon him, and he howled in the darkness. He howled and he howled, and he abandoned himself to his agony, not caring what the future might bring for Oromis was dead and he was alone.

Alone!            -Brisingr (ch. 58)

The Almighty is to forgive sin and heal disease, not to invent and spread it. – Girl of the Limberlost

I find a great deal in life that is cruel, from our stand points. It takes the large wisdom of the Unfathomable, the philosophy of the Almighty, to bear some of it. But there is always right somewhere and at last it seems to come.   –Girl of the Limberlost

Young people, if your studying science and the elements has ever led you to feel that things just happen, kind of evolve by chance, as it were, this sight will be good for you. Maybe earth and air accumulate, but it takes the wisdom of the Almighty God to devise the wing of a moth. If there ever was a miracle, this whole process is one.    –Girl of the Limberlost

Almighty God, make me bigger, make me broader.   –Girl of the Limberlost

“I shall not rest until thou art cleaved in twain!”

Sir Perimones frowned and glanced at Roger. “Is that right? ‘Cleaved’?”

“I thought it was ‘clove’,” Roger said pensively.

“Oh, I don’t fancy that,” Sir Perimones protested. “It sounds like part of a recipe. Is it ‘cleaven’, maybe?”

“Look,” Roger said. “You said cloven, don’t you? Like a cloven hoof? So it must be clove.”   . . .

“Hold on,” the knight said suddenly, “what about cleft?”

Roger nodded dubiously. “Maybe. What do you think of clave?”       -The Savage Damsel and the Dwarf

“You fight as a woman!”

“I can’t say I agree with him there,” Roger commented to Lynet. “My belief is that women are more bloodthirsty than men.”

“Poppycock!” Lynet snapped, “You don’t see us trotting around in armor picking fights.”

“No, but that’s because women are to vain to wear armor. They couldn’t show off their maidenly figures.”

“Stuff!” replied Lynet. “Men are just as vain as women. Think of those cute little tights that courtier mince around in! Imagine if a woman wore something like that!”  Roger smiled, and Lynet said, “Well?”

“Oh, I’m imagining. I’m imagining!”

“Oh, shut up!”         -The Savage Damsel and the Dwarf

I have this recurring nightmare where I’m lost in a strange forest, and my only hope is your sense of direction. Enough to give a fellow the sweats, it is.      –The Savage Damsel and the Dwarf

You called and cried aloud, and forced open my deafness. You gleamed and shined, and chased away my blindness. You breathed fragrant odors and I drew in my breath, and now I pant for you. I tasted, and now I hunger and thirst. You touched me, and I burned for your peace.     –Confessions (book 10.27. 38)

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as if I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I’m afraid that this cord will be snapped. And I shall bleed inwardly.    –Jane Eyre (movie)

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever fixed mark, which looks on tempests and is never shaken.  -Shakespeare’s sonnet 116

Ronnie! Ronnie, DON’T fall off!    -Secritariat

He never talked to her much; but he looked at her a great deal, and she felt sure that he didn’t regard her with aversion.    –Little Women

“Good afternoon. I came to get my umbrella – that is to see how your father finds himself today,” said Mr. Brooke, getting a trifle confused as his eyes went from one telltale face to the other.

“It’s very well, he’s on the rack, I’ll get him and tell it you’re here,” and having jumbled her father and the umbrella well together  in her reply, Jo slipped out of the room to give Meg a chance to make her speech and air her dignity . . . Fifteen minutes after Aunt March’s departure, Jo came softly downstairs, paused an instant at the parlor door, hearing no sound within, nodded and smiled with a satisfied expression, saying to herself, “She has sent him away as we planned, and that affair is settled. I’ll go and hear the fun, and have a good laugh over it.”

But poor Jo never got her laugh, for she was transfixed upon the threshold by a spectacle which held her there, staring with her mouth nearly as wide open as her eyes.   Going in to exult over a fallen enemy and to praise a strong-minded sister for the banishment of an objectable lover, it certainly was a shock to behold aforesaid enemy serenely sitting on the sofa, with the strong-minded sister enthroned upon his knee, and wearing an expression of abject submission. . . “Oh, DO somebody go down quick; John Brooke is acting dreadfully and Meg likes it!”         – Little Women

“Oh the dickens! Now I’ve done it!” and he looked so guilty that Jo was down upon him like a flash.

“You’ve gone and got married!”

“Yes please, but I never will again,” and he went down upon his knees, with a penitent clasping of hands and a face full of mischief, mirth and triumph.

“Actually married?”

“Very much so, thank you.”

“Mercy on us! What dreadful thing will you do next?”    -Little Women

If she had seen his face when, safe in his own room, he looked at the picture of a severe and rigid young lady, with a good deal of hair, who appeared to be gazing darkly into futurity, it might have thrown some light on the subject, especially when he turned off the gas and kissed the picture in the dark.                            –Little Women

Maybe Peter tried to absorb himself in the plans he was going over, in the house he was proud to show the great architect, but it seemed to the man he was entertaining that his glance scarcely left Linda, that he was so preoccupied with where she went and what she did that he was like a juggler keeping two mental balls in the air at the same time.   –Her Father’s Daughter

When he went to resume his seat beside her, he found one of her arms stretching with a blanket corner for him. So he sat down beside her and drew the corner over his shoulder; and because his right arm was very much in his way, and it would have been very disagreeable if Lind had slipped from the rock and fallen into the cold, salt, unsympathetic Pacific at nine o’clock at night – merely to dispose of the arm comfortably and to ensure her security, Peter put it around Linda and drew her up beside him very close. Linda did not seem to notice.          –Her Father’s Daughter

Once I heard the sound of the wind in the trees. Once I heard the sounds of the laughter of children. And I wept warm, salty tears for the lost trees. “Let the children come unto the trees and I will give them hope,” he said. But there are no trees for the poor lost poor children. Decay is their toy. Despair is their game. They have only chaos to climb.       –Greencard (movie)

She had grown in beauty so much greater than any beauty that could be seen in girls around her that she shone out as one star brighter than the rest shines in the heavens, because she belonged to John Guido. She had kept herself for him alone. Any healthful game she had played. Any races she had run. She could sail a boat and she could swim, but there was not a boy living who had dared lay his hands familiarly upon her. To herself she was a sacred thing. She was set apart.   –The Magic Garden

And when he came there would not be any sordid story to tell him. There would not be anything humiliating to confess. She would be able to say, “I have not gone with the crowd. I have waited apart. I have kept myself something sacred, something holy, waiting for you.”     -The Magic Garden

“Well, Shining Brow, here you are once more,” the Ancient One said after a moment. The voice seemed to come from a place high above his head.

Taliesin instantly recognized that he was being addressed by the entity he had encountered on his very first visit to the Otherworld as a boy, years before. “I am here,” he said simply.

“Why have you come this way when you know that it is forbidden?”

“I hoped to see – “ he began and faltered.

“You hoped to see,” replied the Ancient One in a lightly mocking tone. “And what have you seen?”

“Nothing, Lord,” replied Taliesin.

“You do well to call me Lord,” said the being. “That shows you have learned something in your years as a man. What else have you learned?”

“I – I learned to sing in the ways of bards,” answered Taliesin. Pride made him bolder. “I have learned the secrets of words, the elements obey my voice. I have learned the ways of wood and glen, of water, air, fire and earth, and of all living things.”

“You are indeed knowledgeable, O Wise Among Men,” taunted the being gently. “Answer me, then, if you can; why is one night moonlit and another so dark that you cannot see your shield beside you or the spear in your hand?”

Taliesin pondered the question but could not think of a suitable answer.

“Why is a stone so heavy?” inquired the Ancient One. “Why is the thorn so sharp? Tell me if you know: who is better off in dead – the fresh-limbed youth or the hoar-headed?”

Taliesin remained silent.

“Do you know, or can you even guess, what you are when you are sleeping – a body, a soul, a bright spirit? Where does night await the day? What supports the foundations of the earth in perpetuity? Who put the gold in the ground to make your torc? What remains of a man when his bones are dust? Skilled bard, why do you not answer me?”

It seemed to Taliesin as if he no longer remembered how to speak. His mouth would not form a reply. Ignorance cover him like a cloak and shame made his cheeks burn hotly.

“Have you nothing to say, Oh Word in Letters?” demanded the being. “No? In that, at least, you show wisdom, Shining Brow. Many prattle idly when they should listen. Are you listening?”

Taliesin nodded.

“Good. I told you I would teach you what to say . . . do you remember?”

Taliesin did remember. He nodded again.

“On the day of your liberation your tongue will be loosed and the words I give will come to you. You will be My bard, My herald, proclaiming My reign in the world of men. Men will hear your voice and know who it is that speaks. They will hear you and believe.

In the Dark Time your people will look to you, and to the one who comes after you, for light. You will give it to them as I give it to you. Do you understand, Shining Brow?”

Taliesin made no move, so the being said, “speak, Son of Dust. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“So be it,” said the Ancient One. “Do you know who it is that speaks to you?”

“No, Lord.”

“Look upon me then, Shining Brow. Behold!”

Taliesin raised his eyes and a sudden, sharp breeze began blowing, dispersing the unnatural vapor. He had a last glimpse of the Ancient Once through a gray hanging veil of fog, and then the veil melted away and there stood before him the giant figure of a man – at least two times as tall as any mortal man – wearing a dazzling white robe. Light glinted and shone in dancing ribbons around the man, and Taliesin felt the heat of the being’s presence like a flame that licked his face and hands and burned through his clothing to set his skin ablaze.

The man’s face shone like the sun, burning with a white-hot heat so that it could not be gazed upon, nor its features discerned. The being raised a hand toward Taliesin, the light leapt up, and the Otherworld became a meager shadow, vague and unsubstantial.

“Do you know me now, Shining Brow?”

Taliesin sank to his knees and raised his hands in a supplication. “You are the Supreme Spirit,” he said, “Lord of the Otherworlds.”

“Of ALL worlds,” corrected the Ancient One. “Of this word and the next and the one beyond that. I am the Long Awaited King whose coming was foretold of old, who was, and is and will be again. I am the Giver of Life, known from before the foundation of the world, by whose hand Heaven and Earth received their form. I am known by many names, but the time is coming and is soon here when all men will call me Lord.”

Taliesin trembled with fear and awe as the Supreme Spirit’s word burned into his soul.

“I am the one you have sought, Taliesin, in the deep, secret places of your heart. I am the light that strives against darkness. I am the knowledge, the truth, the life. From this moment you will hold no other gods before me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lord,” Taliesin said, his voice small and uncertain. “I understand.”

“I have raised you up and set you apart for a special task. Remain in me, Shining Brow, and you shall become a blessing to your people. For through you nations not yet born will come to know me, and my reign will be extended to the ends of the Earth, Do you believe what I am telling you?”

“Yes, Lord,” Taliesin said. “I have always believed.”

“Truly said, Shining Brow. Now go, do not be afraid, for I will be closer to you than your next breath, closer than your heartbeat. Though darkness rises up against you and overwhelms you, I will never leave you. You are mine, Shining Brow, now and evermore.       –Taliesin

Rumors flourish like weeds when a great man dies. I do not deny Taliesin’s rarity among men – and manys the night that I wonder who and what he was. But this I know as I know my own reflection: in him God fond fuel for the spark He puts in all men. Taliesin was a man fully awake and alive; he burned with the vision of a world he meant to create.    That vision must not die.      –Taliesin

Redemption. It will never cease to thrill me.     –Piercing the Darkness

He looked at the picture for a moment. “Yeah, sure it is. I remember her. Death by strangulation. She hung herself.”

“Just checking,” said Marshall

Darnell turned away from the door. “Now if that’s all . . .”

“Mr. Darnell,” said Marshall, “that was a picture of my sister.”     -Piercing the Darkness

Above, as if another sun had just risen, the darkness opened, and pure, white rays broke through the treetops, flooding Sally Beth Roe with a heavenly light, shining through to her heart, her inner-most spirit, obscuring her form with a blinding fire of holiness. Slowly, without sensation, without sound, she settled forward, her face to the ground, her spirit awash with the presence of God.

All around her, like spokes of a wondrous wheel, like beams of light emanating from the sun, angelic blades lay flat upon the ground, their tips turned toward her, their handles extending outward, held in the strong fists of hundreds of noble warriors who knelt in perfect, concentric circles of glory, light and worship, their heads to the ground, their wings stretching skyward like a flourishing animated garden of flames. They were silent, their hearts filled with a holy dread.

As in countless times past, in countless places, with marvelous inscrutable wonder the Lamb of God stood among them, the Word of God, and more: the final word, the end of a discussion and challenge, the Creator and the Truth that holds all creation together – most wondrous of all, and most inscrutable of all, the Savior, a title the angels would always behold and marvel about, but which only mankind could know and understand.

He had come to be the Savior of this woman. He knew her by name, and speaking her name, He touched her.

And her sins were gone.       –Piercing the Darkness

Destroyer began to wilt, “She . . . was mine, from her youth!”

 “Ours – our Lord’s,” said Tal, “from her mother’s womb.”

“Get out of my life, Jonas!” Sally cried. “Jesus has conquered you – so get out!!”   -Piercing the Darkness

She is tolerable, I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me.    –Pride and Prejudice (movie)

“Ah, ha,” said the owner, “now I understand why she came three times to ask me for news of the Pharoon. Dash it, Edmund! You’re a lucky fellow to have such a pretty mistress.”

 “She is not my mistress, Monsieur,” the young sailor said gravely. “She is my fiancée.”

“It sometimes amounts to the same thing,” the owner said with a chuckle.

 “Not for us, Monsieur,” Dantes replied.   –The Count of Monte Cristo

Noitier’s eyes seemed to be bulging out of their sockets.

“But what is wrong?” Morrel went on. “You are frightening me . . . Valentine! Valentine!”

“Yes, yes!” Noirtier indicated.

Maximelien opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue could not form any sound. He staggered and held on to the paneling to support himself. Then he reached out towards the door.

“Yes, yes yes!” the old man continued.

Maximelien plunged down the little staircase, covering it in tow leaps, while Noitier’s eyes seemed to shout at him: “faster, faster!”

It took the young man only a minute to cross through several rooms, empty like the rest of the house, and reach Valentine’s apartments. He did not need to push the door to her room, which was already wide open. The first sound he heard was a sob. As if through a cloud, he saw a black shape kneeling and buried in a confused mass of white lien. Fear, a dreadful fear, kept him frozen at the door.   It was then that he heard a voice say, “Valentine is dead!” and a second voice, like and echo, reply: “Dead! Dead!”

Villefort got up, almost ashamed at being discovered in the extremity of grief. The awful profession he had exercised for the past twenty-five  years had made him more, or less, than a man. His eyes, after wandering for a moment, settled on Morrel.

“Who are you, Monsieur?” he asked. “Have you forgotten that one does not enter a house that is occupied by death? Begone, Monsieur, begone!”

But Morrel remained motionless, unable to take his eyes off the frightful spectacle of the rumpled bed with a figure lying on the top of it.

“Go, do you hear!” Villefort cried, while d’Avrigny came forward to oblige Morrel to leave.

Morrel looked in distraction at the body, the two men, the whole room . . . He seemed to hesitate for a moment and open his mouth. Then, finding no word to say, despite the vast swarm of deadly thoughts swirling in his brain, he retreated, plunging his fingers through his hair, so that Villefort and d’Avrigny, momentarily distracted from the matter uppermost in their minds, looked after him with an expression that meant: “he is mad!”

However, in less than five minutes they heard the staircase creak beneath some considerable weight and saw Morrel who, with superhuman strength, was lifting Noitier’s chair in his arms, bringing the old man up to the first floor of the house.

When he got to the top of the stairs, Morrel put the chair down and pushed it quickly into Valentine’s room. The whole of this operation was carried out with a strength increased ten times by the young man’s frenzied hysteria. But the most terrifying thing was Noitier’s face as it advanced towards Valentine’s bed, pushed by Morrel: Noitier’s face in which the intellect exerted every means within its power and the eyes concentrated all their strength to compensate for the loss of the other facilities. This pale face with its blazing look was a terrifying apparition to Villefort . . . “See what they have done!” Morrel cried, one hand still resting on the back of the chair which he had just pushed up to the bed, and the other outstretched towards Valentine. “Look, Father, look!”

Villefort shrank back a step and stared with amazement at this young man, who was almost unknown to him, yet who called Noitier his father.

At that’s moment the old man’s whole soul seemed to rise into his eyes, which were shot with blood. The veins on his cheek swelled and a bluish tint, like that which suffuses the skin of an epileptic, spread across his neck, his cheeks and his temples. The only thing that was missing from this internal explosion of the whole being was a cry.

But that cry seemed to emerge as it were from every pore, terrifying in its dumbness, heart-rending in its silence. . . “Monsieur,” Morrel exclaimed, grasping the paralyzed man’s inert hand, “they ask me what I am and what right I have to be here. You know the answer. Tell them! Tell them. . . “And his voice was drowned in sobs.

As for the old man, his chest heaved as he grasped for breath. One might have imagined that he was prey to the convulsions that precede the death agony. Finally, tears poured from his eyes. He was more fortunate than the young man, who could only sob without weeping. He head could not bow, so he closed his eyes.

“Tell them,” he said in a strangled voice. “Tell them I was her fiancée. Tell them she was my noble friend, my only love on this earth! Tell them. . . Tell them that this body belongs to me!” The young man, presenting the awful spectacle of some great force breaking, fell heavily to his knees beside the bed while his fingers clasped it convulsively.                        –The Count of Monte Cristo

I am the one whom you sold, betrayed and dishonored. I am the one whose fiancée you prostituted. I am the one whom you trampled in order to attain a fortune. I am the one whose father you condemned to starvation and the one who condemned you to starvation, but who none the less forgives you, because he himself needs forgiveness. I am Edmund Dantes!     -Count of Monte Cristo

“I don’t want any flowers from you! I’m not wearing black underwear! And I definitely don’t want to move in with you, J. . . Jack. . . “

“Well, I don’t have any flowers. I wouldn’t mind seeing black underwear. But under the circumstances I don’t think we should move in together.”

“I thought you were Joe Jr.”

“Ah. I get that a lot.”  – While You Were Sleeping

“Oh, Valentine!” Maximilien said through a gap in the barrier. “Your smallest finger . . . let me kiss it.”

“Maximilien, we said we would be only two voices and two shadows for one another, nothing more!”

“As you wish, Valentine.”

“Will you be happy if I do as you ask?”

“Yes. Oh, yes!”

Valentine got on a bench and put, not her little finger, but her whole hand through the opening in the fence.  Maximilien gave a cry and, rushing to the spot, grasped the adored hand and covered it with burning kisses.  – Count of Monte Cristo

“Ruth, you wouldn’t allow me to hold your hand just until we reach the café? It might save me from bursting with joy.”  

“Yes,” she said. “But I must take off my lovely gloves first. I want to keep them forever.”

 “I’d hate the glove being removed dreadfully,” said the Harvester, his eyes dancing and snapping . . . Now there are a number of things a man deeply in love can think of to do with a woman’s white hand. He can stroke it, press it tenderly, and lay it against his lips and his heart. The Harvester lacked experience in these arts, and yet by some wonderful instinct all of these things occurred to him. There was real color in the girl’s cheeks by the time he helped her into the café.     –The Harvester

“Idiot! Moron! Domnoddy! Leatherskulled block!”

Terence glared at her with growing anger. He started to retort but at the last second saw how brightly the fire glinted in Eileen’s eyes and realized she was crying. He made a hesitant move toward her, then stopped.

“Well?” she sobbed. “Are you just going to stand there?” Terence pulled her to his chest and held her tightly. “Domnoddy,” she said in a muffled voice.

“Huh. Better off being eaten, I’d say,” came Gawain’s voice. Terence and Eileen parted quickly. At the edge of the firelight, Gawain sat on Guingalet.

“She’s alright, milord,” said Terence, trying to sound gruff and business-like.

“You’re certainly in a better position to know that than I am,” Gawain said solemnly.  –A Squire, His Knight, and His Lady

“Very fetching,” Gawain said. “The grey dress brings out your eyes.”                                                                                                                                       Terence ignored him. “Here,” he said, hanging Gawain a lamp and stripping off the dress and shawl. “Stop laughing like a half-wit and help me with this corset.”   -A Squire, His Knight and His Lady

“Why Terence, I didn’t know you had a woman in your room too.”

“Well at least mine was dressed,” Terence replied.

“Tough luck.”   -A Squire, His Knight and His Lady

They want me to come for her. They know I will come for her.   –The Jungle Book

“What do you think you have that I don’t?”

  “Strength of a bear. Speed of a panther. Heart of a wolf. And very sharp teeth.” – The Jungle Book

“Man has many laws, most about killing. You kill for sport, for hate, for pleasure. The jungle law says only one thing: you may only kill to eat, or to keep from being eaten.”

“You know, you almost sound like a man, not an animal that has been trained to speak like one.”

“The more I learn what it is to be a man, the more I wish I was an animal.”  

“I hunt animals, you know.”

“Maybe, someday, you hunt me.”  – The Jungle Book

“Well, be that as it may, these are reasons you give me, Eragon, and the heart rarely listens to reason. Do you fancy her or not?”

“If he fancied her anymore,” Saphira said to both Eragon and Roran,”I’d be trying to kiss Arya myself.”

“Saphira!” Mortified, Eragon swatted her on the leg.      – Brisingr

“My limbs still ache, and I have more bruises than I can count. Look . . .” Loosening the ties on the cuff of his left shirtsleeve, he pushed back the soft lamarae fabric revealing a rancid yellow streak where his shield had smashed against his forearm.

“Ha!” said Roran. “You call that tiny little mark a bruise? I hurt myself worst when I bumped my toe this morning. Here, I’ll show you a bruise a man can be proud of.” He unlaced his left boot, pulled it off, and rolled up the leg of his trousers to expose a black stripe as wide as Eragon’s thumb that slanted across his quadriceps. “I caught the haft of a spear as a soldier was turning about.”

“Impressive, but I have even better.” Ducking out of his tunic, Eragon yanked his shirt free of his trousers and twisted so that Roran could see the large blotch on his ribs and the similar discoloration on his belly. “Arrows,” he explained.  Then he uncovered his right forearm, revealing a bruise that matched th one on his other arm, given when he deflected a sword with his bracer.

Now Roran bared a collection of irregular blue-green spots, each the size of a gold coin, that marched from his right armpit down to the base of his spine, the result of having fallen upon a jumble of rocks and embossed armor.

Eragon inspected the lesions, then chuckled and said, “Pshaw! Those are pinpricks! Did you get lost and run into a rosebush? I have one that puts those to shame.” He removed both his boots, then stood and dropped his trousers, so that his only garb was his shirt and woolen underpants. “Top that, if you can,” he said, and pointed to the inside of his thighs. A riotous combination of colors mottled his skin, as if Eragon were an exotic fruit ripening in uneven patches from crab-apple green to putrefied purple. . . Roran winced and shivered at the same time. “Does it go all the way . . .” he trailed off and made a vague gesture upward.


“I have to admit, that is a remarkable bruise. You should be proud; it’s quite a feat to get injured in the manner you did and in that. . . particular . . . place.”  “I’m glad you appreciate it.”      -Brisingr

Be happy, noble heart. Be blessed for all the good you have done and will yet do. Let my gratitude remain hidden in the shadows like your good deeds.  – Count of Monte Cristo

It really does appear that being the father of grown-up girls is one of the most exhausting states. As far as I can see, their temperature soars and their pulses beat ninety to the minute until they have disposed of them.   – Count of Monte Cristo

Aren’t you glad you can scratch wherever you like?  – Parsifal’s Page

It must be hard to sound threatening when your victim calls you “son” and willingly offers you whatever you want.    – Parsifal’s Page

“Should I, the daughter of a Duke, marry myself to a beardless youth?”

“His beard will come in soon enough.”     -Parsifal’s Page

I swear to you that you will be my wife before my lips have touched your brow.   –Count of Monte Cristo

“Nothing wrong with being afraid of Guingalet!” Terence remarked. “He’s half devil. He’s a bit calmer these days, but when he was young no one could get near him but Gawain.”

“Shush,” Gawain said. “You’ll hurt his feelings.” He glanced fondly at his horse. “Don’t listen to him, old fellow. I know you’re just as nasty as ever.”    – Parsifal’s Page

“Senseless!” he said. “The day when I resolved to take my revenge . . . senseless, not to have torn out my heart!”   – Count of Monte Cristo

“Oh, so you don’t believe in God – yet you are dying at His hand! Oh, so you don’t believe in God; yet God only asks for a single prayer, a single word, a single tear to forgive you. God could have guided the murderer’s dagger so that you would die immediately, yet He gave you a quarter of an hour to reconsider. So look into your heart, you wretch, and repent!”

“No,” said Carderousse. “No, I do not repent. There is no God, there is no Providence. There is only chance.”

“There is both God and Providence,” said Monte Cristo. “The proof is that you are lying there, desperate, denying God, and I am standing before you, rich, happy, healthy and safe, clasping my hands before God in whom you try not to believe and in whom, even so, you do believe in the depths of your heart.”      – The Count of Monte Cristo

God, who roused me against my enemies and gave me victory, God, I can see, does not wish my victory to end with that regret. I wished to punish myself, but God wants to pardon me. So, love me, Haydee! Who knows? Perhaps your love will make me forget what I have to forget.   –The Count of Monte Cristo

. . . to pray sometimes for a man who, like Satan, momentarily thought himself the equal of God and who, with all the humility of a Christian, came to realize that in God’s hands alone resides supreme power and infinite wisdom.    –The Count of Mont Cristo

“It’s been almost a tragedy with me,” said the doctor gloomily. “I’ve killed two dogs and grazed a baby, because I was watching the sidewalks instead of the street.”    -The Harvester

“Well thank the Lord for one thing,” said the Harvester. “You didn’t appear half so terrified at the sight of me as you did at the mention of a cow. I have risen inestimably in my own self-respect. Belshazzar, you may pursue the elusive chipmunk. I am going to guard this woman myself, and please, kind fates, send a ferocious cow this way, in order that I may prove my valor.”  -The Harvester

Well heretofore I have been considered strictly masculine. To appreciate beauty or to try to be just commonly decent is not exclusively feminine. You must remember there are painters, poets, musicians, workers in are along almost any line you could mention, and no one calls them feminine . . . If you could see me, muck covered, grubbing in the earth or on a raft washing roots in the lake, you would not consider me a woman.    –The Harvester

“Try! Pah! You aren’t half a man!”

“That’s half more than being a woman, anyway.”

“She called you feminine, did she?” cried the doctor, dancing and laughing. “She ought to see you harvesting skunk cabbage and blue flag or when you are angry enough.”   -The Harvester

“What’s that popinjay doing here?” thundered Doctor Carey. “Got some medicine that cures everybody. Going to make her well, is he? Make the cows, the ducks, the chickens, and the shitepokes well and happy – no name for it! After this we are all going to be well and happy! You look it right now, David! What under Heaven have you done??”   -The Harvester

Storm screamed. She was pretty sure it was her; Harry’s voice couldn’t possibly reach that high . . . Harry shouted over the sound of the racing engine, “Houston, we have liftoff!”   -The Gold of Kings

Harry and danger were old acquaintances. Not friends. It was more of a love-hate relationship. – The Gold of Kings

Kate looked rather amazed at Jo’s proceedings, especially as she exclaimed “Christopher Columbus!” when she lost her oar; and Laurie said, “My dear fellow, did I hurt you?” when he tripped over her feet in taking his place.  –Little Women

Monsieur Mayor that is just it. I am not in the world to care for my life, but for souls.  – Les Miserables

Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!  -Les Miserables

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved: loved for ourselves – say rather, loved in spite of ourselves. . . No, light is not lost where love enters. And what love! A love wholly founded in purity. There is no blindness where there is certainty.  – Les Miserables

To remain in paradise and there become a demon! To re-enter into hell and there become an angel! – Les Miserables

I have just met Marius’ new hat and coat, with Marius inside. Probably he was going to an examination. He looked stupid enough. –Les Miserables

M. Mabeuf’s political opinion was a passionate fondness for plants, and a greater one for books . . . he was an old-bookist.   –Les Miserables

An eye, which could have looked into Marius’ soul would have been dazzled by its purity.  –Les Miserables

This booby is madly in love with Cosette, but Cosette does not even know of his existence! – Les Miserables

From time to time, Marius’ knee touch Cosette’s knew, which gave them both a thrill.  –Les Miserables

. . . to make the fold of the knee of his pantaloons intimate with the fullness of Cosette’s dress, to caress her thumbnail, to say dearest to her, to inhale one after another the odor of the same flower, forever, indefinitely.  –Les Miserables

Who would have thought? A young man who had so much the appearance of a girl! –Les Miserables

There is something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures. It sets it’s will against us.  – The Two Towers (movie)

Theoden . . . to long have you sat in the shadows. Hearken to me. I release you from the spell! . . . Breath the free air again, my friend.  –The Two Towers (movie)

For a long time now she had seen and scrutinized him as young girls scrutinize and see, while looking the other way. Marius still thought Cosette was ugly, while Cosette already began to think Marius beautiful. But he paid no attention to her; this young man was quite indifferent to her. Still she could not help saying to herself that he had beautiful hair, beautiful eyes, beautiful teeth, a charming voice, when she heard him talking with his comrades; that he walked with an awkward gait, if you will, but with a grace of his own; that he did not appear altogether stupid; that his whole person was noble, gentle, natural, and proud, and finally that he had a poor appearance, but he had a good appearance.   – Les Miserables

You blush and turn pale when a certain being dressed in black appears at the end of a certain green walk! That is abominable! – Les Miserables

. . . he had his new coat on every day; it was not very certain that he did not curl his hair, he had strange eyes, he wore gloves; in short, Jean Valjean cordially detested this young man.  – Les Miserables

They touched each other, they behold each other, they clasped each other’s hands, they pressed closely to each other;  but there was a distance they did not pass. . . Marius felt a barrier, the purity of Cosette, and Cosette felt a support, the loyalty of Marius. The first kiss was the last also. Marius, since, had not gone beyond touching Cosette’s hand, or her neckerchief, or her ringlets, with his lips . . . Marius would have been more capable of visiting a public woman than lifting Cosette’s dress to the height of her ankle. Once, on a moonlit night, Cosette stooped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and displayed the roundness of her bosom. Marius turned away his eyes. What passed between these two beings? Nothing. They were adoring each other.   – Les Miserables

Monsieur, you are handsome, you are beautiful, you are witty, you are not stupid in the least, you are much wiser than I, but I defy you with this word: I love you!  -Les Miserables

He was speaking of dying, and I could not stop smiling. – The Two Princesses of Bamarre

“Take care. – If you do not speak – I shall claim you as my own in some strange presumptuous way. – Send me away at once, if I must go; – Margret!”  . . . It was too delicious to feel her soft cheek against him, for him to wish to see either deep blushes or loving eyes. – North and South

Mr. Thornton was in habits of authority himself, but she seemed to assume some kind of rule over him at once.  – North and South

Nay, Bessy – think! God does not willingly afflict.  – North and South

“You saw my leg?!”

“How can a man help what he sees?” Geric said. “And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.”  -The Goose Girl

He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact. – North and South

He never went near her himself; he did not look at her. Only, he knew what she was doing- or not doing – better than he knew the movements of anyone else in the room.  –North and South

Mr. Thornton remained in the living room, trying to think of the business he had to do at the police-office, and in reality thinking of Margret. Everything seemed dim and vague beyond – behind – besides the touch of her arms round his neck – the soft clinging which made the dark color come and go in his cheek as he thought of it.  –North and South

Now Roger, I’ve listened to you long enough. If you’ve nothing better to do with your time than talk about my daughter, I have.   –Wives and Daughters

I had a strong notion, as soon as you were better, to plant her here square at your bedside, but it is only in romances that they introduce young girls unceremoniously to the side of the couch of the pretty wounded man who interests them. That does not do . . . You have been quite naked three quarters of the time, my goodman. – Les Miserables

But we reckon without God. God said: you think you are going to be abandoned, dolt? No. No, it shall not come to pass like that.   –Les Miserables

That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed. And often, but someone who knows how.  –Gone With the Wind (movie)

Hey, wanna hear something weird? There’s a guy back here pressing the barrel of a gun into the small of my back.  – Moonlighting

He had a large mouth with excessively mobile lips and another trick of his was, that when he was amused by anything, he resisted the impulse to laugh, by a droll manner of twitching and puckering up his mouth till at length the sense of humor had its way, and his features relaxed, and h broke into a broad, sunny smile.   –Wives and Daughters

Up you arose! Christ Victorious! You threw aside the sack and stood. Death, that weak, contemptible thing, lay shattered at your feet. You kicked the shards aside and strode from the tomb, brave soldiers falling on their faces, slain by the sight of such undiluted glory!  -Byzantium

“Do you know? I haven’t laughed in four months.”  

“Bah! You’re an amateur!” Jean replied. “Me, I haven’t laughed so in seven years.”   -The Princess, the Crone, and the Dung-Cart Knight

Bless me! I do wonder why shepherds carry these [staffs] anyway! They must be forever knocking over their crystal! And what do they do with them when they’re on horseback or in carriages, I wonder?   -The Princess, the Crone, and the Dung-Cart Knight

“Who princess are you, anyway?”

Charis rose to her feet, her face white with anger. When she spoke, he voice shook with suppressed rage. “I can do this. I have done this. And, Sir Hugh, I am my own damned princess!” – The Princess, the Crone and the Dung-Cart Knight

This Hanging God is unlike any of the others; this god suffers, too, just like his people.  –Byzantium

That God became a man, shouldering the weight of suffering so that on the final day none could say, “Who are you to judge the world? What do you know of injustice? What do you know of torture, sickness, poverty? How dare you call yourself a righteous God! What do you know of death?!”

He knows, Aiden, he knows!-Byzantium

Besides, how could a man understand what it is when you’ve left your apples boiling too long?!  -Mrs. Mike

I think you’ll find I’m the most understanding man, if in fact you have fallen in love with my sister. – The Hawk and the Jewel

Brom’s letter . . . Bah! He had never heard a more ridiculous collection of insinuations and ominous hints. The only thing it made clear was to avoid strangers, which was common sense to begin with. –Eldest

“What have you decided to be, Mac?”

“A man first, and a good one if possible. After that, what God pleases.” -Rose in Bloom

“One, two, three, slide! One, two, three, turn! Now, then, come one!” said one impatient voice.

“It’s very easy to say ‘come on’, but what they dickens do I do with my left leg when I’m turning and sliding with my right?!” demanded another voice in a breathless and mournful tone. –Rose in Bloom

I’ll never set my heart on anything of the sort again, and the young rascals may marry whom they like. I’m prepared for anything now . . . I shall say “Bless you my children” with mournful resignation, for, upon my soul, that is all that’s left for a modern parent to do.”  – Rose in Bloom

Though he had not known how to live, he did know how to die. –Rose in Bloom

. . . when a rush of cold air made her turn to find herself in what appeared to be the embrace on an impetuous overcoat, which wrapped her close for a second . . .   –Rose in Bloom

I’m not sure he did not pat me on the head!  -Dear Enemy

“I’m afraid you have entangled yourself.”

“This is dreadful! What can I do?” -Persuasion (movie)

Miss Elliot,  I can bear this no longer. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Unjust I may have been. Weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it eight years ago. I have loved none but you. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. Have you not seen this? I can hardly write! I must go, uncertain of my fate. A word, a look, will be enough. Only tell me that I am . . . tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever.      –Persuasion

Such is the imperfect nature of man! Such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd’s can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.  –Jane Eyre

I think he was swearing, but am not certain; however he was pronouncing some formula that prevented him from replying to me directly.  –Jane Eyre

I had hardly ever seen a handsome youth, never in my life spoken to one.  – Jane Eyre

“Teacher’s beau’s here!” . . . He was waiting in the cold wind and the horses were blanketed; she must go out. It seemed to her that he was smiling, but she could hardly look at him. He tucked her in and said, “All snug?” -These Happy Golden Years

There is a book of Revelation in everyone’s life, as there is in the Bible. Anne read hers that bitter night, as she kept her agonized vigil through the hours of the storm and darkness. She loved Gilbert – had always loved him! She knew that now. She knew that she could no more cast him out of her life without agony than she could have cut off her right hand and cast it from her.  –Anne of the Island

I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand. –Pride and Prejudice (new movie)

Forgive me for the antics, but I’m a bit desperate and a junior-high fit was the only thing that came to mind.  –Black

Now these pages, from whom could they come? Who could have written them?

Cosette did not hesitate for a moment. One single man.

He!  -Les Miserables

Pardon me, I am here. My heart is bursting, I could not live as I was, I have come. Have you read what I placed there on this seat? Do you recognize me at all? Do not be afraid of me. It was a long time now, do you remember the day when you looked upon me? It was at the Luxnbourg, near the Gladiator. And the day when you passed before me? It was the 16th of June and the 2nd of July. It will soon be a year. For a very long time now, I have not seen you at all, I asked the chairkeeper, she told me that she saw you no more. You lived in the Rue de l’Quest, on the third floor front, in a new house, you see that I know! I followed you. What was I to do? And then you disappeared, I thought I saw you pass once when I was reading the papers under the arches of Odeon. I ran. But no. It was a person who had a hat like yours. At night I come here. Do not be afraid, nobody sees me. I come for a near look at your windows. I walk very softly that you may not hear, for perhaps you would be afraid. The other evening I was behind you, you turned round, I fled. Once I heard you sing. I was happy. Does it disturb you that I should hear you sing through the shutter? It can do you no harm, can it? See, you are my angel, let me come sometimes; I believe I am going to die. If you but knew! I adore you, I don’t know what I am saying to you, perhaps I annoy you, do I annoy you? . . . The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that their lips met? How is it that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawn whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of hills?

One kiss, and that was all.  –Les Miserables

“Just think, I thought at one time your name was Ursula.”

This made them laugh the whole evening.  –Les Miserables

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.   –Les Miserables

Whenever you don’t listen there’s going to be stern discipline. I’ll supply the discipline, and you’ll supply the stern.  –Redeeming Love

“Is it working?”  

“Is what working?”

 “My behavior. Is it making you feel better?”

“It’s certainly distracting.”

“Good. Anyway, I’m Edmund. So, who do you miss?”  -Mansfield Park (movie)

Fanny, you really must begin to harden yourself to the idea of . . . being worth looking at. –Mansfield Park (movie)

Be upheld in [Jesus’] power; be filled with His wisdom; be strong in His love; be just and merciful in His grace. Rise, Arthur; follow the vision that our Lord Jesu has given and called you to obey.  –Arthur

“Where did he go?”

“Oh, he went in search of himself and found God instead.”   -Arthur

“Good morning. It’s almost light.”  

She was real alright. Panic set in. “What are you doing here?!”  

“I’m moving in with you.”  


“I said I’m moving in with you.” He stared at her as though she had gone out of her mind . . . He pulled the blanket up to cover his bare chest.     Miriam watched Paul, and she couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of the situation. It was his own fault. If it weren’t so stubborn . . .    

“This isn’t the least bit funny,” he said through his teeth . . . He looked so endearingly confused. His hair was poking up in all directions, like a little boy’s. She reached out to smooth it down, and he drew back, his eyes filled with alarm.  

“Go home, Miriam,” he said, desperate. He had to get here out of here! Did she know what it did to him to have her say she loved him? If she didn’t leave now, he didn’t think he would be able to resist her . . .  

“No,” she said simply. “And I’m not giving you your clothes, either.” His lips parted.

 She folded her hands and placed them demurely in her lap, then smiled at him. The look in her eyes made him hot all over. He could barely get his breath. This was insanity.

“What are you playing at, Miriam Altman? What’s your father going to say about this?”  

“He already knows.”  

“Oh, God,” he prayed aloud, wondering when John was going to burst in the door with a shotgun in his hand. –Redeeming Love

Grace and hope are dead without love.  –Showdown

Goodness is ever good, and the All-Wise God is a good God. From Him goodness derives its meaning.  -Pendragon

Great Light, the Enemy’s power is so fragile! The devils can only use what we ourselves give them. Do you see? Give them nothing and their power fails, it falls like a spent arrow, like a blade broken and blunted.  –Arthur

You have to believe that God not only exists but that life is ultimately about an epic battle over the hearts of mankind! Good versus evil, not only as theological constructs or ideas, but as real forces at work wherever they are permitted to work.  –Showdown

We are too young to realize that certain things are impossible, so we do them anyway. –Amazing Grace

[God] wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being more (or less) or  otherwise glad at having done it than he would have been if it had been done by another.  –Mere Christianity

“But what do I say?”

“Well try I love you. It’s easy to say and right to the point.” -Little House on the Prairie

Pain was not God’s plan for this life. It is a reality, but it is not part of the plan.  –Saint

Personally, I never believe in the old custom of drowning daughters.  –Flower Drum Song

My son, this is the first time since you lost your baby teeth that I have been proud of you. – Flower Drum Song

The president of the United States has Gandalf the White as a spiritual adviser.   –Saint

Mother and Father are fighting again. . .  – Peter Pan (movie)


“They are a bit dirty. She must stay here and DIE.”


“How could I have thought that. Stupid.”   – Peter Pan (movie)

“We must spank the children immediately. Before they try to kill you again.  – Peter Pan (movie)

“But, kill them, and they shall think themselves – important.”

“So important!”

“And unique!”    – Peter Pan (movie)

Jesus is the only one whose body will contain scars throughout all eternity. – C.J. Mahaney

Put it down. I’m done playing. Or did you not learn enough from your spankings?  -Mirror Mirror

You don’t understand! I yearn for the nectar of her skin!!  -Mirror Mirror

“She is not kissing anybody!”

“Who put you in charge of her lips??”    -Mirror Mirror

Snow White, you taste of strawberries.   –Mirror Mirror

“I think it’s time we change that ending.”

“No, no, Snow, you are trying to mess with tried-and-try story telling. It’s been focus grouped and it works. Just let me save you! Open the door! Open the door, Snow!”          – Mirror Mirror

Except on the crown, which was raggedly bald, he had stiff, black hair, standing jaggedly all over [his head], and growing downhill almost to his broad, blunt nose. It was so like smith’s work, so much more like the top of a strongly spiked wall than a head of hair, that the best of player’s at leap-frog might have declined him, as the most dangerous man in the world to go over.   – A Tale of Two Cities

Know you, the Battlehost of the Ancient Enemy is large, and falter before nothing save the True Word. – Grail (Stephan R. Lawhead)

Mr. McCabe thinks me a slave because I am not allowed to believe in determinism. I think Mr. McCabe a slave because he is not allowed to believe in fairies. – Orthodoxy

We are on the road to producing a race of men too mentally modest to believe in the multiplication table. – Orthodoxy

Strike one match in the dark and the world will never be the same. – Trans Siberian Orchestra

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.  –A Tale of Two Cities

“Buried how long?”

“Almost eighteen years.”

“You abandoned all hope of being dug out?”

“Long ago.”

“You know that you are recalled to life?”

“They tell me so.”

“I hope you care to live?”

“I can’t say.”   -A Tale of Two Cities

[There] is only one religion in which God seemed for an instant an atheist.  –Orthodoxy

A man had to fight with his back to the wall in these days, and he needed a woman to buckle on his armor. – Santa Claus is Kindness

“God wields an empire to bless his children.” –Piper

It’s not what we say or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do – or fail to do. – Sense and Sensibility (movie)

All Out-laws of a kind, new creatures no longer bound by the laws of death. Our motto shall be, Always Surrender. Surrender to the greater truth that flows like an ocean of water around us, unseen by these small eyes, but breathed like Oxygen by the tribe of those in The Way. -Ted Dekker

The ‘law’ of this world tries to keep you trapped in its prison of condemnation, but in truth, that law is now dead and you are made whole, with more beauty and power than you can possibly imagine.      In this way, you and I are Outlaw—we’ve been rescued out of the law of suffering and death and made whole, now, as you are, a new creature. We just forget it, all too often. Among other things, we write and read to remember.      It was with this deep awareness and renewal that I began penning the stories you will see from me beginning with Identity, book one of Eyes Wide Open. It’s my return to the kind of storytelling that made Black, Showdown, and Three so personal for many of us. No holds barred and deeply spiritual. Contemporary parables.     I’m calling them Outlaw stories, because I am an Outlaw. As are you. – Ted Dekker

“[To have Faith in Christ] means, of course, trying to do all that He says. There would be no sense in saying you trusted a person if you would not take his advice. Thus if you have really handed yourself over to Him, it must follow that you are trying to obey Him. But trying in a new way, a less worried way. Not doing these things in order to be saved, but because He has begun to save you already. Not hoping to get to Heaven as a reward for your actions, but inevitably wanting to act in a certain way because a first faint gleam of Heaven is already inside you.” ― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

“Now we cannot…discover our failure to keep God’s law except by trying our very hardest (and then failing). Unless we really try, whatever we say there will always be at the back of our minds the idea that if we try harder next time we shall succeed in being completely good. Thus, in one sense, the road back to God is a road of moral effort, of trying harder and harder. But in another sense it is not trying that is ever going to bring us home. All this trying leads up to the vital moment at which you turn to God and say, “You must do this. I can’t.” ― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

“This world is a great sculptor’s shop. We are the statues and there’s a rumor going around the shop that some of us are someday going to come to life.” ― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

He lived peaceable, reassured, and hopeful, having but two thoughts: to conceal his name, and to sanctify his life; to escape from men and to return to God.”  -Les Miserables

The glory of the Maker is man fully alive.  – Mortal

These people were created to be alive, not dead. Imperfectly alive, not perfectly dead. . . Jonathan was born to bring life, not a new order. Chaos, not perfection.  –Mortal

“One poor, wandering country preacher – homeless, penniless, friendless, and despised by all but a handful of no-account fishermen and a few women – gave himself so fully to God that the combined might of the two most powerful forces in his world – the Roman empire and the religious authorities – could not stop him.”  

“They crushed him and killed him,” murmured Cass, gazing at the empty cross on the alter. “And look what happened.”  

“Yes, “ agreed Mrs. Peelstick softly, “they killed him . . . and look what happened.”    -The Spirit Well

No less than gravity, prayer is one of the elemental forces that moves the world. We underestimate it at our peril. – The Spirit Well

In his regiment, Maximelien Morrel was noted as the most rigid observer, not only of the obligations imposed on a soldier, but also of the duties of a man, and he thus gained the name of The Stoic. –The Count of Monte Cristo

Feminism is mixed up with the muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands.  -G. K. Chesterton

No man can be called friendless when he has God and the companionship of good books.  -Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I must be a man, in order to be a gentleman. –The Harvester

My honor is not determined by that of my enemy. – King Arthur

“Well at twenty-nine I SAW Valentine.” –Count of Monte Cristo

Every time I’d play it, I’d start crying. That’s usually a good sign. – Josh Garrels

If a man hasn’t discovered something that he will die for, he isn’t fit to live.  – Martin Luther King Jr.

“Brothers and sisters, a demon’s job is to kill you. To beat you to death. To rob you of anything that is not painful. This railing is where you give more than you take. Where you steal back. Where you kill what’s killing you. Then, having chased and slain, you return,” – Pastor John pointed to the pews and folding chairs – “bloody but unharmed, different but the same, changed but unchanged, moved but unmoved. A living battleground.”   -The Dead Don’t Dance

How is Jesus going to bring us joy?

By losing all of His. By leaving His heavenly existence with His Father. By leading a lonely, misunderstood life. By going to the cross and dying in our place. – Timothy Keller

She’s such a dynamite gal! She gives me the honey-glow whenever I see her. –Wreck-It Ralph

Our progress in degeneracy appears to me to be pretty rapid. As a nation, we began by declaring ‘all men are created equal.’ We now practically read it ‘all men are created equal except negroes.’ When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read ‘all men are created equal, except negroes, and foreigners, and Catholics.’ When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretense of loving liberty – to Russia, for instance.” – Abraham Lincoln

If they ever tell my story, let them say that I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. Let them say that I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of forces. Let them say I lived in the time of Achilles. –Odysseus

“Unless we presuppose a good God at the back of the universe, the question ‘Why suffering?’ is on a par with the question ‘Why cabbages?’” – Harry Blamires

“Now, I know it might seem. . . a little odd that I write a letter. But certain things are best said from a distance. (Especially when you’re addressing a woman who thinks that she’s Cassius Clay). Gale, from the moment we got kicked out of that pub together, I knew you were someone I wanted in my life. Someone to fight the good fight with. And often against.

You just had something. And I knew it. Don’t ask me how, or why, ‘cause I couldn’t tell you.  All I know is, like the first time I heard Otis Redding sing These Arms of Mine, I knew my life would never be the same again. And this is the effect that you’ve had on me Gale.

 So that being said, it would be a great honor if you would allow me to become part of your family. I would be proud to call your sisters, my sisters, and your mother my mother and your family my family. I guess what I’m saying is will you marry me? Once I’ve sorted my other littler situation out, will you marry me then? There. I’ve said it. You don’t have to answer straight away. I don’t mind waiting till we get back home. Anyway, I love you.” –The Sapphires (Dave Lovelace)

“[The] search for four absolutes: evil, justice, love and forgiveness. How do you define evil? How do you define justice? What is true love? And when you blow it, how are you forgiven? . . . Now  I want to ask [you], do you know of one event in the world where these four converged? They converged on the cross of Jesus Christ. Evil was seen for what it was. Justice was met out by a righteous and holy God. Love was displayed unparalled. To a point where He looks at a young man and says, ‘Take care of her. She in now your mother.’ A cosmic drama was unfolding and He cared for the one woman who had so nurtured and cared for Him.   Forgiveness: that He is willing to wipe your slate clean and forgive you.” –Ravi Zacharias

“How do you do that?” “What?” “Smile so much. “ “Oh, I’m just a happy person  . . . The Lord Ruler thinks he has claimed laughter and joy for himself. I’m disinclined to let him do so. This is one battle that doesn’t take very much effort to fight.” –Mistborn

Better to love and be hurt. –Kelsier (The Well of Ascension)


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