#tomas

Many are called, few are chosen. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#cale #called #chosen #death #divine

A tick of amusement flashed in Tomas’ eyes. “I can see you are not quite comfortable with leaving your quarters just yet, so may I order you some food?” Helena lifted her chin. She was determined to bury her fear, and that included her wobbly knees that seemed to recognize she was talking to a lion who, under normal circumstances, viewed her as a tasty gazelle. “Sausage Pizza and…Dr. Pepper.” Tomas stared for several moments, fear filling his eyes. “I am certain we can find you a pizza, but I was not aware you are ill and require a doctor. Niccolo will have my head.” This was going to be a very, very long day. ↗

— Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

#tomas #food

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#poetic #profound #sabina #tereza #tomas

(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#bitch #cale #fool #foolish #foolishness

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#blush #born #cale #desert #die

I don't see why you two can't get along." "It is a personality issue," Rathenridge muttered. Dentin looked at him. No emotion, no reaction, simply bland observation. "Yours? ↗

— Rachel Rossano

#duty #humor #personality-types #rachel-rossano #rathenridge

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze

Feeling sorry for yourself is a universal solvent of salvation. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#cale #feel #four #god #greatest

Do you have any idea how mad you sound?’ ‘Indeed I do. I have in moments of doubt considered the question of my sanity.’ (...) ‘And?’ ‘Then I consider what a piece of work is man. How defective in reason, how mean his facilities, how ugly in form and movement, in action how like a devil, in apprehension how like a cow. The beauty of the world? The paragon of animals? To me the quintessence of dust. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#apprehension #beauty #bosco #cale #consider

...his soul (was) ringing like a well-struck bell. But it was a bell that rang with more than joy and adoration — there was the sound there too of anger and resentment. She would not look at him because she did not want to be in his presence. She hated him and he (how could he not?) hated her in return. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #cale #god #hand #hate