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101. "Stop whining; you're eighteen years old and you keep acting like a puppy.Throgh my complaint carried a teasing note, the irriated eddge behind it was real. The focus required by the hunt made me tense. It's not my fault. His plaintive reply came back. I've never had a tail before. I can't figure out what exactly it's supposed to do. It's so distracting."
Author: Andrea Cremer
102. "Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. "I'm scared... ," she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply, but she felt better for having told them."
Author: Ann Brashares
103. "Our Lord Jesus does not flatter us. He lets us see our cases as they are. His searching eye perceives the bare truth of things. He is "the faithful and true witness" (Rev. 3:14) who deals with us according to the rule of uprightness. Oh, seeking soul, Jesus loves you too much to flatter you. Therefore, I ask you to have such confidence in Him that, however much He may rebuke . . . you by His Word and Spirit, you may without hesitation reply, "Truth, Lord."
Author: Beth Moore
104. "Good afternoon, class," he said.I said a soft good afternoon, but no one else in the class joined me.Dr. Green laughed. "I think my class is missing. Did no one show up today? I'll have to mark everyone as absent. I believe I said good afternoon."The room chorused a low murmuring of 'good afternoon' in reply."This won't do," Dr. Green said. "I'm here to teach you Japanese. I can't very well teach you English, too."
Author: C.L. Stone
105. "Our souls demand Purgatory, don't they? Would it not break the heart if God said to us, "It is true, my son, that your breath smells and your rags drip with mud and slime, but we are charitable here and no one will upbraid you with these things, nor draw away from you. Enter into joy"? Should we not reply, "With submission, sir, and if there is no objection, I'd rather be cleansed first." "It may hurt, you know"—even so, sir."
Author: C.S. Lewis
106. "The Pelagianizing Romanist says, Lust, or concupiscence, brings forth sin, therefore it cannot be sin, because the mother cannot be the child. We reply, Concupiscence brings forth sin, therefore it must be sin, because child and mother must have the same nature. The grand sophism of Pelagianism is the assumption that sin is confined to acts, that guilty acts can be the product of innocent condition, that the effect can be sinful, yet the cause free from sin--that the unclean can be brought forth from the clean."
Author: Charles Porterfield Krauth
107. "I am glad you are no relation of mine. I will never call you aunt again as long as I live. I will never come to visit you when I am grown up; and if any one asks me how I liked you, and how you treated me, I will say the very thought of you makes me sick, and that you treated me with miserable cruelty. . . . You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity. I shall remember how you thrust me back . . . into the red-room. . . . And that punishment you made me suffer because your wicked boy struck me—knocked me down for nothing. I will tell anybody who asks me questions this exact tale. 'Ere I had finished this reply, my soul began to expand, to exult, with the strangest sense of freedom, of triumph, I ever felt. It seemed as if an invisible bond had burst, and that I had struggled out into unhoped-for liberty. . . ."
Author: Charlotte Brontë
108. "There came an awful day when I picked up the phone and knew at once, as one does with some old friends even before they speak, that it was Edward. He sounded as if he were calling from the bottom of a well. I still thank my stars that I didn't say what I nearly said, because the good professor's phone pals were used to cheering or teasing him out of bouts of pessimism and insecurity when he would sometimes say ridiculous things like: 'I hope you don't mind being disturbed by some mere wog and upstart.' The remedy for this was not to indulge it but to reply with bracing and satirical stuff which would soon get the gurgling laugh back into his throat. But I'm glad I didn't say, 'What, Edward, splashing about again in the waters of self-pity?' because this time he was calling to tell me that he had contracted a rare strain of leukemia. Not at all untypically, he used the occasion to remind me that it was very important always to make and keep regular appointments with one's physician."
Author: Christopher Hitchens
109. "Eragon went to see the dragon for the first time since it had spoken to him. He approached apprehensively, aware now that it was an equal."Eragon.""Is that all you can say?" he snapped."Yes."His eyes widened at the unexpected reply, and he sat down roughly. Now it has a sense of humor. What next?"
Author: Christopher Paolini
110. "I make no other answer than the act, the Master said: "The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact." [XXIV]"
Author: Dante Alighieri
111. "Well,' you may ask, ‘how may I know when I am in love?'. . . George Q. Morris [who later became a member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, gave this reply]: ‘My mother once said that if you meet a girl in whose presence you feel a desire to achieve, who inspires you to do your best, and to make the most of yourself, such a young woman is worthy of your love and is awakening love in your heart."
Author: David O. McKay
112. "If you describe yourself as "Atheist," some people will say, "Don't you mean 'Agnostic'?" I have to reply that I really do mean Atheist. I really do not believe that there is a god - in fact I am convinced that there is not a god (a subtle difference). I see not a shred of evidence to suggest that there is one. It's easier to say that I am a radical Atheist, just to signal that I really mean it, have thought about it a great deal, and that it's an opinion I hold seriously. It's funny how many people are genuinely surprised to hear a view expressed so strongly. In England we seem to have drifted from vague wishy-washy Anglicanism to vague wishy-washy Agnosticism - both of which I think betoken a desire not to have to think about things too much."
Author: Douglas Adams
113. "I must be getting back to my rooms," Silence said and stood.Mick frowned with displeasure. "Why?""Because of Mary Darling."He shrugged. "One o' the maids is watchin' her.""But if Mary wakes she'll want me.""Why?" he asked again, biting into a sweetmeat. This discussion wasn't to his fancy, but sparring with her was."Because," she said slowly, looking at him as if he were lack-witted, "she's only a baby and she loves me.""Babies," Mick pronounced, "are a great trouble."She shook her head, not bothering to reply this time, and started marching to the door."
Author: Elizabeth Hoyt
114. "Pass by the synthetic yarn department, then, with your nose in the air. Should a clerk come out with the remark that All Young Mothers In This Day and Age (why can't they save their breath and say "now"?) insist on a yarn which can be machine-washed and machine-dried, come back at her with the reply that one day, you suppose, they will develop a baby that can be machine-washed and -dried."
Author: Elizabeth Zimmermann
115. "You know, that's a really beautiful bow," Neverfell interrupted suddenly. "Did you make it?""Found it, mended it, modified it," was the curt reply."
Author: Frances Hardinge
116. "Thinking about her again caused his body to harden, to ready..."Uh, I'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but I had no idea you would like it so much," Paris muttered.For the first time in hundreds of years, Maddox felt a blush creep into his cheek, "It's not for you.""Thank the gods," was his friends reply.-Maddox and Paris"
Author: Gena Showalter
117. "I emphasize this because some of my colleagues, for whose academic attainments I have great respect, argue" 'You assume too much; this is not proved; this is not strictly scientific. We disagree with your neurology and your psychiatry is misleading, therefore you must be wrong.' My reply has been, with all humility: 'Yes, of course,' and I have returned to the labor ward to be greeted by happy women with their newborn babies in their arms: 'How right you are, Doctor, it is so much easier that way.' That is what really matters to the clinician. He should use the method that gives the best and safest result from all points of view until something better is discovered."
Author: Grantly Dick Read
118. "My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, 'You're tearing up the grass'; 'We're not raising grass,' Dad would reply. 'We're raising boys.'"
Author: Harmon Killebrew
119. "But can one be a blessing merely by being cheerful? Yes; moral beauty of any kind exerts a silent influence for good. It is like a sweet flower by the wayside, which has a benediction for everyone who passes by. A legend tells how one day in Galilee the useful corn spurned the lilies because they fed no one's hunger. "One cannot earn a living just by being sweet," said the proud cereal. The lilies said nothing in reply, only seemed the sweeter, then the Master came that way; and while his disciples rested at his feet, and the rustling corn invited them to eat, he said, "Children, the life is more than meat. Consider the lilies, how beautiful they grow." It certainly seemed worth while then just to be sweet, for it pleased the Master."
Author: J.R. Miller
120. "Ah, mistress, you're an angel. Sure there's not a drop left? I might have remembered one more person….""Up yours," I said rudely with another belch. "It's empty. You should tell me the name anyway, after making me drink all that sewage."Winston gave me a devious smile. "Come back with a full bottle and I will.""Selfish spook," I mumbled, and staggered away.I'd made it a few feet when I felt that distinct pins-and-needles sensation again, only this time it wasn't in my throat."Hey!"I looked down in time to see Winston's grinning, transparent form fly out of my pants. He was chuckling even as I smacked at myself and hopped up and down furiously."Drunken filthy pig!" I spat. "Bastard!""And a good eve'in' to you, too, mistress!" he called out, his edges starting to blur and fade. "Come back soon!""I hope worms shit on your corpse!" was my reply. A ghost had just gotten to third base with me. Could I sink any lower?"
Author: Jeaniene Frost
121. "He sent Eliza a small smile before turning to Lawrence. "What say you and I return to the hotel for a bit? I need to check on my daughter, and you need some time away from my sister." Not giving Lawrence an opportunity to reply, Grayson took him by the arm and hurried him out of the room.It was lovely to have a big brother again."
Author: Jen Turano
122. "Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tellNo God, no demon of severe responseDeigns to reply from heaven or from hellThen to my human heart I turn at once:Heart, thou and I are here, sad and alone,Say, why did I laugh? O mortal pain!O darkness! darkness! Forever must I moanTo question heaven and hell and heart in vain?Why did I laugh? I know this being's leaseMy fancy to it's utmost blisses spreadsYet would I on this very midnight ceaseAnd all the world's gaudy ensigns see in shredsVerse, fame and beauty are intense indeedBut death intenser, death is life's high meed."
Author: John Keats
123. "What said those two souls communicating through the language of the eyes, more perfect than that of the lips, the language given to the soul in order that sound may not mar the ecstasy of feeling? In such moments, when the thoughts of two happy beings penetrate into each other's souls through the eyes, the spoken word is halting, rude, and weak—it is as the harsh, slow roar of the thunder compared with the rapidity of the dazzling lightning flash, expressing feelings already recognized, ideas already understood, and if words are made use of it is only because the heart's desire, dominating all the being and flooding it with happiness, wills that the whole human organism with all its physical and psychical powers give expression to the song of joy that rolls through the soul. To the questioning glance of love, as it flashes out and then conceals itself, speech has no reply; the smile, the kiss, the sigh answer."
Author: José Rizal
124. "She refused to leave your side all bloody night", Sam remarked, with something that sounded like respect."She's a good friend," Griffin replied.His old friend stared at him in amused disgust. "Griff, I'm your friend and even I wasn't about to sit here and watch you heal."Griffin looked away, annoyed by the sudden heat in his cheeks. "Yes, well, she was a much prettier sight to wake up to than your ugly head.""I'll have you know I've been told my eyes are like a night sky," came the mock-indignant reply."
Author: Kady Cross
125. "Brushing dirt from his coat, Sam ignored the wild-eyed looks the other three gave him. Surely a house like this had enough staff to clean up a little dirt?"And who is this young man?" the old lady demanded.Sam opened his mouth to reply, but froze when he saw just who the old woman was."May I present Sam Morgan, Your Highness," Griffin said.Bloody hell. It was Queen Victoria. They'd just burrowed their way into Buckingham Palace."
Author: Kady Cross
126. "You're not the type of man to fuck," she countered.His brows shot up. "Oh really? I'm too nice of a guy?""Something like that.""I'm a man, Megan. We all have needs. Isn't fucking one of them?"Her body trembled slightly at his words. She licked her lips before replying, "S-Stop saying that word-it isn't you.""So fucking isn't me? Don't tell me you think I'm totally asexual – that you can't imagine me fucking a woman…fucking you." He eased in closer to her. "We both know for a fact that you wanted nothing more than to fuck me the night of Noah's baptism. Given the chance right now, you'd let me strip off your scrubs and fuck you up against the medicine cabinet."
Author: Katie Ashley
127. "But what I heard was a low insistent murmur, with pauses for reply in which no reply was made. It had a hypnotic quality that I had never heard in any voice: a blend of urgency, cajolery, and extreme tenderness, and with below it the deep vibrato of a held-in laugh that might break out at any moment. It was the voice of someone wanting something very much and confident of getting it, but at the same time willing, no, constrained, to plead for it with all the force of his being."
Author: L.P. Hartley
128. "He disliked contradiction, and still more, arguments that were continually skipping from one thing to another, introducing new and disconnected points, so that there was no knowing to which to reply."
Author: Leo Tolstoy
129. "No matter when, at whatever moment, if she were asked what she was thinking about she could reply quite correctly - one thing, her happiness and her unhappiness."
Author: Leo Tolstoy
130. "I was dreaming about this—except it feels even better than I thought it would. Fucking fantastic. Clean sheets. You"Warrick moved across and kissed him gently, exactly as he'd imagined. Soft cotton and warm skin against him, soothing and luxurious. Hand on his back, touching carefully. He had a moment of fear that this was the dream, that soon he would wake up in the cell. Then a noise distracted him: distant firing in the city. He tensed, and Warrick's hand stroked a circle over his shoulder-blade. More firing, but it was nothing to do with him. Nothing to worry about, even if he could manage it. Safe, here.He recaptured the tail end of a thought, before it disappeared into sleep. "Just you. ‘S enough."If Warrick said anything in reply, Toreth didn't hear it."
Author: Manna Francis
131. "That timeI thought I could notgo any closer to griefwithout dyingI went closer,and I did not die.Surely Godhad his hand in this,as well as friends.Still, I was bent,and my laughter,as the poet said,was nowhere to be found.Then said my friend Daniel,(brave even among lions),"It's not the weight you carrybut how you carry it -books, bricks, grief -it's all in the wayyou embrace it, balance it, carry itwhen you cannot, and would not,put it down."So I went practicing.Have you noticed?Have you heardthe laughterthat comes, now and again,out of my startled mouth?How I lingerto admire, admire, admirethe things of this worldthat are kind, and maybealso troubled -roses in the wind,the sea geese on the steep waves,a loveto which there is no reply?"
Author: Mary Oliver
132. "But I have one want which I have never yet been able to satisfy; and the absence of the object of which I now feel as a most severe evil. I have no friend, Margaret: when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate my joy; if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection. I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathise with me; whose eyes would reply to mine. You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend. I have no one near me, gentle yet courageous, possessed of a cultivated as well as of a capacious mind, whose tastes are like my own, to approve or amend my plans. How would such a friend repair the faults of your poor brother!"
Author: Mary Shelley
133. "Shut up!" Henry says, "You're going to wake up Jerry Rice.""Jerry Rice?" Carter says, covering his mouth with a hand. I don't think I've ever seen Carter laugh so hard."Carter, would you like to be the godfather?" Henry asks. "You know, in case anything happens to me and Woods this week?""Charming," Carter says. "I''d be honored. Does JJ get to be godmother?""Obviously," I say."Can I hold Jerry Rice?" JJ asks. "He''s so cute.""No way, man," I reply. "I don't want to wake that thing up before practice. We'll be late if we have to feed it.""What does it eat?" Carter asks."I have to breast-feed, cause I'm the mom," Henry says, continuing to push the stroller toward the locker room."Actually," I say, "It eats a metal rod, made out of, like, lead. So basically, we're learning how to poison babies.""Radical," JJ says as we approach the gym,"
Author: Miranda Kenneally
134. "The telephone to Shadow's apartment was silent and dead. He thought about getting it connected, but could think of no one he wanted to call. Late one night he picked it up and listened, and was convinced he could hear a wind blowing and a distant conversation between a group of people talking in voiced too low to properly make out. He said, "hello?" and "who's there?" but there was no reply, only a sudden silence and then the faraway sound of laughter, so faint he was not certain he was not imagining it."
Author: Neil Gaiman
135. "Servants' part of the house, the half-clad domestics were talking in low whispers to each other. Old Mrs. Leaf was crying and wringing her hands. Francis was as pale as death. After about a quarter of an hour, he got the coachman and one of the footmen and crept upstairs. They knocked, but there was no reply. They called out. Everything was still. Finally, after vainly trying to force the door, they got on the roof and dropped down on to the balcony. The windows yielded easily--their bolts"
Author: Oscar Wilde
136. "Don't blame me, Pongo,' said Lord Ickenham, 'if Lady Constance takes her lorgnette to you. God bless my soul, though, you can't compare the lorgnettes of to-day with the ones I used to know as a boy. I remember walking one day in Grosvenor Square with my aunt Brenda and her pug dog Jabberwocky, and a policeman came up and said the latter ought to be wearing a muzzle. My aunt made no verbal reply. She merely whipped her lorgnette from its holster and looked at the man, who gave one choking gasp and fell back against the railings, without a mark on him but with an awful look of horror in his staring eyes, as if he had seen some dreadful sight. A doctor was sent for, and they managed to bring him round, but he was never the same again. He had to leave the Force, and eventually drifted into the grocery business. And that is how Sir Thomas Lipton got his start."
Author: P.G. Wodehouse
137. "If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower."
Author: Rabindranath Tagore
138. "Of course, once I'd wrapped my mind around the fact that it was Cal and not Archer standing in my bedroom, it dawned on me that Cal was standing in my bedroom."Hey," I breathed, hoping my hair wasn't a huge tangled mess, even though I was ninety-nine percent sure that it was. I mean, I could see it out of my peripheral vision."Hey.""You're,um,in my room.""I am.""Is that allowed?""Well,we are engaged," Cal deadpanned.I squinted at him, shoving big handfuls of my hair away from my face. I had no idea if that was supposed to be a joke or not. You could never tell with Cal."Did you want to watch me sleep or something? Because if that's the case, this engagement is so broken."Cal's lips quirked in what might have been a smile. "Do you have a smart-ass reply for everything?"If at all possible,yeah."
Author: Rachel Hawkins
139. "{Calpurnia)"My mother…she's desperate for a daughter she can dress like a porcelain doll. Sadly, I shall never be such a child. How I long for my sister to come out and distract the countess from my person."He joined her on the bench, asking, "How old is your sister?""Eight," she said, mournfully."Ah. Not ideal.""An understatement." She looked up at the star-filled sky. "No, I shall be long on the shelf by the time she makes her debut.""What makes you so certain you're shelf-bound?"She cast him a sidelong glance. "While I appreciate your chivalry, my lord, your feigned ignorance insults us both." When he failed to reply, she stared down at her hands, and replied, "My choices are rather limited.""How so?""I seem able to have my pick of the impoverished, the aged, and the deadly dull."
Author: Sarah MacLean
140. "I should have written you a letter, it was too late to make the deaths of my brothers an excuse. Since they died, I wrote a book; why not a letter? A mysterious but truthful answer is that while I can gear myself up to do a novel, letters, real-life communications, are too much for me. I used to rattle them off easily enough; why is the challenge of writing to friends and acquaintances too much for me now? Because I have become such a solitary, and not in the Aristotelian sense: not a beast, not a god. Rather, a loner troubled by longings, incapable of finding a suitable language and despairing at the impossibility of composing messages in a playable key--as if I no longer understood the codes used by the estimable people who wanted to hear from me and would have so much to reply if only the impediments were taken away."
Author: Saul Bellow
141. "134. Letters are Commonplace Letters are commonplace enough, yet what splendid things they are! When someone is in a distant province and one is worried about him, and then a letter suddenly arrives, one feels as though one were seeing him face to face. Again, it is a great comfort to have expressed one's feelings in a letter even though one knows it cannot yet have arrived. If letters did not exist, what dark depressions would come over one! When one has been worrying about something and wants to tell a certain person about it, what a relief it is to put it all down in a letter! Still greater is one's joy when a reply arrives. At that moment a letter really seems like an elixir of life."
Author: Sei Shōnagon
142. "Pulling her eyes away, she figured it was best to keep such questions to herself. "You could have just, you know, asked me out instead," she offered, though she wasn't sure why. John let out a soft chuckle. "Very true. I guess I just…I wanted to keep you safe.""Safe? From what?" Evangeline suddenly felt heat rush her face. Was this man just paranoid or what? "Safe from this? Or from you?"He looked up, placing his fork down on the plate. His stare was expressionless and she suddenly regretted her brazen accusation. "Both." His reply had been simple, direct, stern. "Those people who did this to me, they'll do worse to you if they think that we're involved…if they think that their message wasn't clear enough."
Author: Shawn Kirsten Maravel
143. "Hastings sat down and braced his arm along the back of the chaise, quite effectively letting it be known he did not want anyone else to join them. "You look frustrated, Miss Fitzhugh." He lowered his voice. "Has your bed been empty of late?" He knew very well she'd been watched more closely than prices on the stock exchange. She couldn't smuggle a hamster into her bed, let alone a man. "You look anemic, Hastings," she said. "Have you been leaving the belles of England breathlessly unsatisfied again?" He grinned. "Ah, so you know what it is like to be breathlessly unsatisfied. I expected as little from Andrew Martin." Her tone was pointed. "As little as you expect from yourself, no doubt." He sighed exaggeratedly. "Miss Fitzhugh, you disparage me so, when I've only ever sung your praises." "Well, we all do what we must," she said with sweet venom. He didn't reply—not in words, at least."
Author: Sherry Thomas
144. "After another minute Reuben brought forth the following sentence:"I ha' scranleted two hundred furrows come five o'clock down i' the bute."It was a difficult remark, Flora felt, to which to reply."
Author: Stella Gibbons
145. "As we shall see, the concept of time has no meaning before the beginning of the universe. This was first pointed out by St. Augustine. When asked: "What did God do before he created the universe?" Augustine didn't reply: "He was preparing Hell for people who asked such questions."
Author: Stephen Hawking
146. "Covenant did not reply at once. He trembled also, and hand to clench himself before he could say without a tremor, "Why? Why do you trust me?"The Hirebrand's eyes gleamed as if he were on the verge of tears, but he was smiling as he said, "You are a man who knows the value of beauty.""
Author: Stephen R. Donaldson
147. "As we ride the elevator Gale finally says "You're still angry.""And you're still not sorry," I reply."I will stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?" he asks."No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion," I tell him."
Author: Suzanne Collins
148. "I had requested all who might find aught meriting censure in my writings, to do me the favor of pointing it out to me, I may state that no objections worthy of remark have been alleged against what I then said on these questions except two, to which I will here briefly reply."
Author: Thomas Hobbes
149. "Guilt is also a way for us to express to others that we are a person of good conscience. 'I feel really guilty about getting drunk last night,' we say, when in actual fact we feel no guilt whatsoever or, at least, we could choose to feel no guilt. When people say to me, 'I drank too much last night,' I always reply, 'I drank exactly the right amount."
Author: Tom Hodgkinson
150. "God what an outfield,' he says. 'What a left field.' He looks up at me, and I look down at him. 'This must be heaven,' he says.No. It's Iowa,' I reply automatically. But then I feel the night rubbing softly against my face like cherry blossoms; look at the sleeping girl-child in my arms, her small hand curled around one of my fingers; think of the fierce warmth of the woman waiting for me in the house; inhale the fresh-cut grass small that seems locked in the air like permanent incense; and listen to the drone of the crowd, as below me Shoelss Joe Jackson tenses, watching the angle of the distant bat for a clue as to where the ball will be hit.I think you're right, Joe,' I say, but softly enough not to disturb his concentration."
Author: W.P. Kinsella

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