#hush

In Seattle, I soon found that my radical ideas and aesthetic explorations - ideas and explorations that in Richmond, Virginia, might have gotten me stoned to death with hush puppies - were not only accepted but occasionally applauded. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#aesthetic #applauded #death #found #gotten

Hush! Check those words. Do not cure ill with ill and make your pain still heavier than it is. ↗

— Sophocles

#cure #heavier #hush #ill #make

Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#hush-hush #nora #patch #change

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you. That wanting nearly drove me mad." Patch paused, inhaling softly, as though breathing me in. "And now that I have you, the only thing that terrifies me is having to go back to that place. Having to want you all over again, with no hope of my desire ever being fulfilled. You're mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won't let anything change that. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#finale #hush-hush #love #nora-grey #patch-and-nora

Just then Patch ambled through the front door. I did a double take to make it was really him. I hadn't expected him to come. We'd never resolved our fight, and I'd pridefully refused to take the first step, forcing myself to lock my cell phone in a drawer every time I was tempted to call him and apologize, despite my increasing distress that he might never call either. My pride immediately turned to relief at the sight of him. I hated fighting. I hated not having him close. If he was ready to mend this, so was I. A smile flickered across my face at the sight of his costume; black jeans, black t-shirt, black face mask. The latter concealed all but his cool, assessing gaze. "There's my date," I said. "Fashionably late. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora #patch #dating

He promptly pulled out a cigarette stuck it between his lips and lit it. I reached over and snagged it from between his lips and put it out. I pointed my index finger at him. “You will not suck on this death stick in my presence,” I huffed. Sloane to Siva ↗

— Micalea Smeltzer

#death

And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#dieting #hush-hush #vee-sky #diet

Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#crescendo #hush-hush #quote #food

Step one: Invade your opponet's mind. This is just like using mind-speak. Try it on me." "That's easy," I said, casting my mental nets toward Dante, ensnaring his mind, and pushing words into his conscious thought. I'm in your mind, having a look around, and it's awfully empty in here. Wiseacre, Dante returned. Nobody says that anymore. Speaking of which, how old are you in Nephilim years? I'd never thought to ask. I swore fealty during Napoleon's invasion of Italy-my homeland. And that was in what year...? Help me out. I'm not a history buff. Dante smiled. 1796. Wow. You're old. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#dante-and-nora #dante-mazzaratti #finale #funny #hush-hush

I'm telling you this because I want you to know that I know something about you isn't right. You haven't fooled everybody. I'm going to find out what you're up to. I'm going to expose you." "Looking forward to it. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#expose #funny #hush-hush #nora-and-patch #nora-grey