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1. "I scroll past images every bit as violent and beautiful as Jeb's paintings: luminious, rainbow-skinned creatures with bulbous eyes and sparkly, silken wings who carry knives and swords; hideous, naked hobgoblins in chains who crawl on all fours and have corkscrew tails and cloven feet like pigs; silvery pixielike beings trapped in cages and crying oily black tears."
Author: A.G. Howard
2. "Let Sporus tremble — "What? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk?Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?"Yet let me flap this Bug with gilded wings,This painted Child of Dirt that stinks and stings; Whose Buzz the Witty and the Fair annoys,Yet Wit ne'er tastes, and Beauty ne'er enjoys,"
Author: Alexander Pope
3. "What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again."
Author: Anaïs Nin
4. "Tapi semua itu saya kira hanya bisa kita pakai untuk mengenali cintakasih. Jika kita menggunakannya sebagai pedoman, maka yang terjadi adalah sebuah hukum baru yang datang dari luar tubuh manusia, yang tidak dialami melainkan diterapkan. Kesucian, bahkan kesederhanaan, yang dipaksakan sering kali malah menghasilkan inkuisitor yang menindas dan meninggalkan sejarah hitam. Karena itu saya percaya bahwa Tuhan tidak bekerja dengan memberi kita loh batu berisi ide-ide tentang dirinya dan manusia. Tuhan bekerja dengan memberi kita kapasitas untuk mencintai, dan itu menjadi tenaga yang kreatif dari dalam diri kita."
Author: Ayu Utami
5. "As I look out at all of you gathered here, I want to say that I don't see a room full of Parisians in top hats and diamonds and silk dresses. I don't see bankers and housewives and store clerks. No. I address you all tonight as you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers."
Author: Brian Selznick
6. "Black for hunting through the nightFor death and mourning the color's whiteGold for a bride in her wedding gownAnd red to call the enchantment downWhite silk when our bodies burnBlue banners when the lost returnFlame for the birth of a NephilimAnd to wash away our sins.Gray for the knowledge best untoldBone for those who don't grow oldSaffron lights the victory marchGreen to mend our broken heartsSilver for the demon towersAnd bronze to summon wicked powers-Shadowhunter children's rhyme"
Author: Cassandra Clare
7. "For me, each day begins and ends with wanting to learn a little more about the secrets of spider silk."
Author: Cheryl Hayashi
8. "The very first thing on the docket is to have the opportunity to travel to look at spiders in other parts of the world. I know there are really cool silks out there."
Author: Cheryl Hayashi
9. "...despite the headmaster's romantic claims that the origin of the cravat went back to the silk fascalia worn by Roman orators to warm their vocal cords, Langdon knew that, etymologically, "cravat" actually derived from a ruthless band of Croat mercenaries who donned knotted neckerchiefs before they stormed into battle. To this day, this ancient battle garb was donned by modern office warriors hoping to intimidate their enemies in daily boardroom battles."
Author: Dan Brown
10. "How monotonous our speaking becomes when we speak only to ourselves! And how insulting to the other beings – to foraging black bears and twisted old cypresses – that no longer sense us talking to them, but only about them, as though they were not present in our world…Small wonder that rivers and forests no longer compel our focus or our fierce devotion. For we walk about such entities only behind their backs, as though they were not participant in our lives. Yet if we no longer call out to the moon slipping between the clouds, or whisper to the spider setting the silken struts of her web, well, then the numerous powers of this world will no longer address us – and if they still try, we will not likely hear them."
Author: David Abram
11. "What was that?" Belgarath asked, coming back around the corner."Brill," Silk replied blandly, pulling his Murgo robe back on."Again?" Belgarath demanded with exasperation. "What was he doing this time?""Trying to fly, last time I saw him." Silk smirked.The old man looked puzzled."He wasn't doing it very well," Silk added.Belgarath shrugged. "Maybe it'll come to him in time.""He doesn't really have all that much time." Silk glanced out over the edge."From far below - terribly far below - there came a faint, muffled crash; then, after several seconds, another. "Does bouncing count?" Silk asked.Belgarath made a wry face. "Not really.""Then I'd say he didn't learn in time." Silk said blithely."
Author: David Eddings
12. "Young lady," Silk said urbanely, "I think you'd be amazed at how little Polgara's concerned about who you are." "Polgara?" Ce'Nedra faltered. "The Polgara? I thought you said that she was your sister." "I lied," Silk confessed. "It's a vice a have."
Author: David Eddings
13. "Livia decided she loved watching things go into him. Food, water, love—all these things she could give him."You look tired. Would you like to nap?" he asked. Blake was definitely back. There was less rasp and more smoke in his silky voice."No, Blake. I never want to sleep again. Just this." Livia touched his face. "Only this."The pride in his eyes almost changed their color. He turned his face to her palm, kissed it, and said, "Come, my love, put your head on my shoulder. Your burdens have been heavy."In that moment, Livia realized her eyelids were drooping, and the crook of Blake's arm seemed perfect for her head. His lips stayed on her forehead as he hummed a serene song. Livia fell into a deep, dreamless slumber."
Author: Debra Anastasia
14. "Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do,In spider's web a truth discerning,Attach one silken strand to youFor my returning."
Author: E.B. White
15. "My fur is silky, damn it."
Author: Gena Showalter
16. "I would sooner be flesh and blood than silks and jewels."
Author: George R.R. Martin
17. "A lord's one thing, a king's another." He offered the raven a handful of corn from his pocket. "They will garb your brother Robb in silks, satins, and velvets of a hundred different colors, while you live and die in black ringmail. He will wed some beautiful princess and father sons on her. You'll have no wife, nor will you ever hold a child of your own blood in your arms. Robb will rule, you will serve. Men will call you a crow. Him they'll call Your Grace. Singers will praise every little thing he does, while your greatest deeds all go unsung. Tell me that none of this troubles you, Jon . . . and I'll name you a liar, and know I have the truth of it."Jon drew himself up, taut as a bowstring. "And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am?" "What will you do?" Mormont asked. "Bastard as you are?""Be troubled," said Jon, "and keep my vows."
Author: George R.R. Martin
18. "An instant later, a silk hat materialised in the air beside me, considerably down and to the left, and my special, only technically unassigned cohort grinned up at me - for a moment, I rather thought he was going to slip his hand into mine."
Author: J.D. Salinger
19. "Her mother was a Rutherford. The family came over in the ark, and were connected by marriage with Henry the VIII. On her father's side they date back further than Adam. On the topmost branches of her family tree there's a superior breed of monkeys with very fine silky hair and extra long tails."
Author: Jean Webster
20. "So childish, Alex. You've ruined her dress." The vibrant red silk floated around me as I treaded water. "I know. Bad me."
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout
21. "I pulled word after word from my core, like silk for a spider's web, spinning a make-believe life. That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?" - Minka (The Storyteller)"
Author: Jodi Picoult
22. "Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues."
Author: Joseph Hall
23. "Her unintended striptease was all the more sensual because Belle was lowering her stocking with agonizing slowness not because she had an audience but because she seemed to love the feel of the silk sliding along her soft skin."
Author: Julia Quinn
24. "Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow."
Author: Kahlil Gibran
25. "The sun dips behind the jagged hem of the skyas the day's last light peeks from beneath her dusky colors like a blushing slip of french silk daring you to watch her walk away --"
Author: Kate Mullane Robertson
26. "For Twilight, it was like the echo of a song- a song from long ago. He could almost remember some of the words, but had no clue as to where they had come from. There had been a wonderful voice singing it, singing this song just for him. A voice like silk? Satin? Like liquid moonlight, it flowed, it curled around him and suffused him with a glowing warmth."
Author: Kathryn Lasky
27. "Det første som slår en reisetrett fremmed imøte og gjør ham fortumlet i Amerika, det er naturligvis den store støy, rastløsheten, det jagende liv i gatene, den urolige, forvovne ilferdighet hvormed det fares frem på alle områder. Kommer han iland i New York i sommertiden, vil det dessuten gjøre ham litt forbauset å se herrer uten frakk, uten vest, blott med bukseselene over skjorten, ta en spasertur henad gatene med sin silkekledde dame under armen. Det gjør straks et fremmed inntrykk, et fritt inntrykk; det er fart i den sort etikette."
Author: Knut Hamsun
28. "It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly."
Author: L. Frank Baum
29. "Kizzy was so busy wishing she was Sarah Ferris or Jenny Glass that she could scarcely see herself at all and she was certainly blind to her own weird beauty: her heavy spell-casting eyes too-wide mouth wild hair and hips that could be wild too if they learned how. No one else in town looked anything like her and if she lived to womanhood she was the one artists would want to draw not the Sarahs and Jennys. She was the one who would some day know a dozen ways to wear a silk scarf how to read the sky for rain and coax feral animals near how to purr throaty love songs in Portuguese and Basque how to lay a vampire to rest how to light a cigar how to light a man's imagination on fire."
Author: Laini Taylor
30. "His hand clenched firmly over her bottom, holding her there while his mouth devoured hers with smoldering sensuality, licking deeply, exploring the damp silk of her inner cheeks. She couldn't seem to catch her breath…she gasped as she felt his free hand search the front of her bodice. "I want to feel you," Westcliff muttered against her trembling lips, tugging in at the unrelenting obstruction of her padded basque. "I want to kiss you everywhere…" Her breasts hurt inside her tightly cinched bodice. She was possessed by the insane urge to tear away the quilted lining of her corset and beg him to soothe her tormented flesh with his mouth and hands. Instead she threaded her fingers through the thick, slightly curling locks of his hair while he kissed her in a fever of rising need, until her thoughts were no longer coherent and she was shivering with desire."
Author: Lisa Kleypas
31. "Indeed? Well, I shall bring you presents so long as it pleases me and so long as I see things that will enhance your charms. I shall bring you dark-green watered silk for a frock to match the bonnet. And I warn you that I am not kind. I am tempting you with bonnets and bangles and leading you into a pit. Always remember I never do anything without reason and I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid."
Author: Margaret Mitchell
32. "Je vais vous dire quelque chose au sujet des histoires. Elles ne sont pas qu'un amusement, ne vous y trompez pas. Elles sont tout ce que nous savons, voyez-vous, tout ce que nous savons pour combattre la maladie et la mort. Vous n'avez rien si vous n'avez pas les histoires. ( Leslie M. Silko)"
Author: Mathias Malzieu
33. "On this particular autumn night, only the prospect of another solitary evening lies before her. She will fry her chop and read herself to sleep, no doubt with a tale of wizardry and romance. Then, in dreams that strike even her as trite, Miss Dark will go adventuring in chain mail and silk. Tomorrow morning she will wake up alone, and do it all again. Poor Judy Dark! Poor little librarians of the world, those girls, secretly lovely, their looks marred forever by the cruelty of a pair of big black eyeglasses!"
Author: Michael Chabon
34. "Niccolo Machiaveli stood apart from the rest of the crowd, arms lightly folded across his chest, careful not to wrinkle his Saile Row- tailored black silk tuxedo. Stone gray eyes swept over the other bidders, analyzing and assessing them."
Author: Michael Scott
35. "From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me. Pleasure hides love from us, but pain reveals it in its essence."
Author: Oscar Wilde
36. "The walls were hung with rich tapestries representing the Triumph of Beauty. A large press, inlaid with agate and lapis-lazuli, filled one corner, and facing the window stood a curiously wrought cabinet with lacquer panels of powdered and mosaiced gold, on which were placed some delicate goblets of Venetian glass, and a cup of dark-veined onyx. Pale poppies were broidered on the silk coverlet of the bed, as though they had fallen from the tired hands of sleep, and tall reeds of fluted ivory bare up the velvet canopy, from which great tufts of ostrich plumes sprang, like white foam, to the pallid silver of the fretted ceiling. A laughing Narcissus in green bronze held a polished mirror above its head. On the table stood a flat bowl of amethyst."
Author: Oscar Wilde
37. "Oh, Jeeves," I said, "did Peabody and Simms send those soft silk shirts?""Yes, sir. I sent them back.""Sent them back!""Yes, sir."I eyed him for a moment. But I mean to say. I mean, what's the use?"Oh, all right," I said. "Then lay out one of the gents' stiff-bosomed.""Very good, sir," said Jeeves."
Author: P.G. Wodehouse
38. "And what's more, he'll go and live with his friend unless his friend is allowed to come in and live with him...His friend must have a silk cushion just like his and sleep in your room too. Otherwise he will go and sleep in the coal-cellar with his friend"
Author: P.L. Travers
39. "There was no back home any more, not in the essential way, and that was part of Paris too. Why we couldn't stop drinking or talking or kissing the wrong people no matter what it ruined. Some of us had looked into the faces of the dead and tried not to remember anything in particular. Ernest was one of these. He often said he'd died in the war, just for a moment; that his soul had left his body like a silk handkerchief, slipping out and levitating over his chest. It had returned without being called back, and I often wondered if writing for him was a way of knowing his soul was there after all, back in its place. Of saying to himself, if not to anyone else, that he had seen what he'd seen and felt those terrible things and lived anyway. That he had died but wasn't dead any more."
Author: Paula McLain
40. "I do love the sound of ripping corn husks. The violence of the noise, the sustained popping and shoring of the silky organic threads, made me think of someone tearing up an expensive and potentially Italian set of trousers in a fit of madness that this person just might regret later."
Author: Reif Larsen
41. "One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It's a shame, because if I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams, I have to be content with my own imagination– which is almost as good. I can picture all of those things perfectly, as well as how it'll be when I take your life from this world."
Author: Richelle Mead
42. "She had believed she could love Sam and not pay the price. Everything has a price, she'd once been told by a Spidersilk merchant in the Red Desert. How right he was."
Author: Sarah J. Maas
43. "Sunset's Passions," he read, and opened the book to a random page to read aloud. "'His hands gently caressed her ivory, silky br- " His eyes widened. "By the Wyrd! Do you actually read this rubbish? What happened to Symbols of Power and Eyllwe Customs and Culture?"..."You may borrow it when I'm done. If you read it, your literary experience will be complete. And," she added with a coy smile, "it will give you some creative ideas of things to do with your lady friends."
Author: Sarah J. Maas
44. "Yeah, ignore me." Aaro pawed through the bags until he found one with stenciled hearts on it. "By the way, you never did tell me your size. Hope nothing binds or pinches your tender pink places, babe."He let the bag fly. It landed on Lily's lap. She shrank back as if it were a venomous snake. Fuck-me-please panties spilled out. A tangle of satin, lace and silk. Red, black, peach, flesh-tone. Bruno growled expletives in a Calabrese dialect as he shoved underwear into the bag. It was his standard tension reliever. None of the people he insulted knew he was commenting on their grandmother's predilection for sex with sheep."I am not wearing that slutty, disgusting stuff." Lily's voice was haughty. "Certainly not after you're pawed it. Dog.""Arf, arf." Aaro's tone was more cheerful than it had been so far any time this morning. "I love it when she spits bile."
Author: Shannon McKenna
45. "She searched his face. "Why did you do this -- go to all this trouble, indulge in what I'm sure will prove a shockingly hideous expense?He returned he gaze steadily "You like music."It was that simple -- he let her read the truth in his eyes. Then she shivered. He reached for the shawl she'd left over her chair and held it up. She hesitated, then turned so he could drape it over her shoulders. Releasing the fine silk, he closed his hands about her shoulders; leaning closer, he murmured, "As with other pleasures, my reward is your delight."
Author: Stephanie Laurens
46. "With a knowing tilt of his lips, he ran his knuckles over the silky underwear, up and down, shifting the material over her achy, sensitive flesh. Her back arched on the pillows, and she whimpered. "Soon, there won't be any barrier between us, Ruby. Just skin on skin. It's going to be so fucking sweet. But tonight I'm going to make you regret saying no." "Who said no?" She shook her head once. "Not me." Laughter rumbled in his chest. "You said no matter how good the omelet tastes, the answer is no." One knuckle pressed and held firm against her clitoris. "Next time, maybe you'll say yes."
Author: Tessa Bailey
47. "She told Everra that he had given her and Sallo the soul's hunger for books and thoughts, and must not deprive them now that Sallo was starving among the inanities of the silk rooms and she among the pomposities of merchants and the illiteracy of politicians."
Author: Ursula K. Le Guin
48. "How many rooms are there in the chambers of your heart? How many rooms full of memories can you describe like the one I'm going to tell you about. You know how you left him don't you? The man you were so in love with once. Bing Cherry Silk. Another man left those for you didn't he? And you put them on, just like I did."
Author: Valentine Bonnaire
49. "The crickets kept crepitating; from time to time there came a sweet whiff of burning juniper; and above the black alpestrine steppe, above the silken sea, the enormous, all-engulfing sky, dove-gray with stars, made one's head spin, and suddenly Martin again experienced a feeling he had known on more than one occasion as a child: an unbearable intensification of all his senses, a magical and demanding impulse, the presence of something for which alone it was worth living."
Author: Vladimir Nabokov
50. "Kehidupan memuakkan hanya menghasilkan kebencian, dan bergerak tak menentu, Hancurkan, hancurkan saja sekalian yang kemudia akan menjadi bangkai dengan sia-sia. -Romeo Juliet-"
Author: William Shakespeare

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