#adam

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#death #end #enough #far #keep

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one little seed grew this tumor of a flowering plant. And I’m the one who nurtures it. I water it. I care for it.I nibble from its poison berries. I let it wrap around my neck, choking the air right out of me. I’ve done that. All by myself. All to myself. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#blame

How do you feel about helicopters?" There was a long pause. "How do you mean? Ethically?" "As a mode of transportation." "Faster than camels, but less sustainable. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#blue #helicopters #lol #ethics

Tell them, Gabrielle,” Adam urged impatiently. Blinking, Gabby nodded. “I have one of the, er… fairies here with me –” “Tuatha Dé,” Adam corrected irritably. “You’re bloody well making me sound like Tinkerbell. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#fairies

He's a pit bull," Adam said. "I know some really nice pit bulls." "He's the kind of pit that makes the evening news. Gansey's trying to restrain him." "How noble. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#blue #lol #pit-bulls #raven-boys #noble

For Adam, screwed-up bonding thing or not, I’d wait forever. “Really?” he asked in a tone I’d never heard from him before. Softer. Vulnerable. Adam didn’t do vulnerable. “Really what?” I asked. “Despite the way our bond scares you, despite the way someone in the pack played you, you’d still have me?” He'd been listening to my thoughts. This time it didn't bother me. “Adam,” I told him, “I’d walk barefoot over hot coals for you. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#mercy #mercy

He smiles a small smile. His lips twitch like he's trying not to laugh. His eyes soften as they study my own. "There's very little I wouldn't do for you. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#adam

Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports. ↗

— P.D. James

#romance #adam

As she lifted the glittering strand of diamonds from the box, a small slip of paper fell out. She caught it as it wafted toward the floor. Four words in ancient script, an arrogantly slanted scrawl. Accept these, accept me. Well, she thought, blinking, that was certainly direct and to the point. -Adam's note to Gabrielle ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gabrielle #arrogance

In England I am always madam; I arrived too late to ever be a miss. In New York I have only been madamed once, by the doorman at the Carlyle Hotel. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#form-of-address #formality #london #madam #miss