Gisele Ricker > Gisele's Quotes

“In Hebrew, the word “Jerusalem” meant City of Peace. Never was any metropolis on earth more inappropriately named.”
― N.S. Wikarski, The Arkana Mysteries: Omnibus Three: Books 6-8

“Until the lions have their own historians”
― N.S. Wikarski, The Granite Key

“That kind of leader usually manages to show up whenever there’s a culture in crisis. People get scared stupid, and they listen to anybody who sounds like he has a plan to get them out of the jam they’re in.”
― N.S. Wikarski, The Mountain Mother Cipher

“You aren’t giving your heart enough credit. It’s very wise. It knows the truth even when your brain doesn’t.”
― N.S. Wikarski, Lucifer's Triangle

“We all saw the same printed lettering on the same pages, but there’s always somebody in every group who comes out with the weirdest interpretation of what the writer was trying to say.”
― N.S. Wikarski, Lucifer's Triangle

“This shouldn’t be happening. I’ve spent many nights pushing aside my memories of her. But in the blink of an eye, here she is resetting my fantasies as if it were yesterday”
― Tricia Newlan, Echoes of One Night: Forbidden Love Romance

“You don’t owe me anything. But I need you to know I didn’t show up because I thought you were weak. I came because I know how strong you are—and I hate that you’ve had to be strong alone.”
― Tricia Newlan, Echoes of One Night: Forbidden Love Romance

“Shamelessly, I stand and remove my bathing suit. He takes my hand and pulls me down onto him, kissing me, leaving me breathless and on fire.”
― Tricia Newlan, Never Did I Dream: A Second Chance Off- Limits Romance

“Happy endings are still endings.”
― Gregory Maguire, Son of a Witch

“She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards she held up her hands-as if, in the terror of the upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way.”
― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

“How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.”
― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

“You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.”
― Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring

“Yes, well, life is a folly. If you live long enough, nothing is surprising.”
― Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring

“I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.”
― Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring

“I have spent my life waiting for something to happen,’ she said. ‘And I have come to understand that nothing will. Or it already has, and I blinked during that moment and it's gone. I don't know which is worse — to have missed it or to know there is nothing to miss.”
― Tracy Chevalier, Falling Angels

“When a women wants a cup of tea, usually she has to make it for herself, and forthe others around her. There is no better taste than a cup of tea someone has made for you.”
― Tracy Chevalier, A Single Thread

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
― Mark Twain

“A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.”
― Mark Twain

“There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer them, or turn them into literature.”
― Mark Twain

“History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme.”
― Mark Twain

“You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering.”
― Anne Rice

“Consequently, if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan's power comes from God and so that Satan is simply God's child, and that we are God's children also. There are no children of Satan, really.”
― Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

“In a way he made me think of a child doll, with briliant faintly red-brown glass eyes - a doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him evevn more radiant than he was.
"That's what you always want," he said softly... "When you found me under Les Innocents," he said, "you wanted to bathe me with perfume and dress me in velvevt with great embroidered sleeves."
"Yes," I said, "and comb your hair, your beautiful russet hair." My tone was angry. "You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.”
― Anne Rice

“Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“I wanted love and goodness in this which is living death,' I said. 'It was impossible from the beginning, because you cannot have love and goodness when you do what you know to be evil, what you know to be wrong. You can only have the desperate confusion and longing and the chasing of phantom goodness in its human form. I knew the real answer to my quest before I ever reached Paris. I knew it when I first took a human life to feed my craving. It was my death. And yet I would not accept it, could not accept it, because like all creatures I don't wish to die! And so I sought for other vampires, for God, for the devil, for a hundred things under a hundred names. And it was all the same, all evil. And all wrong. Because no one could in any guise convince me of what I myself knew to be ture, that I was damned in my own mind and soul.”
― Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

“And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“And finally, in our time a beard is the one thing that a woman cannot do better than a man, or if she can her success is assured only in a circus.”
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

“Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.”
― Evelyn Waugh

“If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited