Arron Quotes

1. "Dai Tregarron had called her Olwen, had spoken to her as if she were a creature capable of escape from the commonplace, not the pedestrian, middle-aged woman everyone else saw, incapable of imagination, even less of passion. He had seen who she wanted to be and given the dream a moment's life."
Author: Anne Perry

2. "-¿Qué dice usted?- se apresuró a decir Derossi-.Para mí Garrone será siempre Garrone; Precossi, siempre Precossi, y los demás lo mismo, aunque llegase a emperador de Rusia. Donde estén ellos iré yo."
Author: Edmundo De Amicis

3. "Downstairs, Grandad's warning Barron about something. His voice swells, and I catch the words, "In my day we were feared. Now we're just afraid."
Author: Holly Black

4. "Profundity fails me." Father Ramon's gaze rested on Loup. "And perhaps that is fitting, since words have never been your strong suit, Loup Garron. I said once that you were neither a leader nor a follower. I think perhaps you're something more rare. A catalyst. A catalyst for change, hope, faith. This group of you, God willing the last of you, have been different. What does it mean to live without fear? What lessons are we to take from your presence among us?" He shook his head. "I don't know. I know only that in your own way, you inspire us."
Author: Jacqueline Carey

5. "The paranoid one's wards are still active. They keep me several feet from the building.""But not his car," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. Barrons would go nuts if he knew that V'lane had touched his Viper. And stretched out on it nude? He'd have an aneurysm."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

6. "Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

7. "Barrons cut her a hard look. "Some of us are more useful and important than others." "My ass, you are," Christian growled. Barrons folded his arms. "Who let the Unseelie in here?"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

8. "-and nobody's getting laid!" I practically shouted."You think I don't know that?" He shifted his body beneath me, making me painfully aware of something. Two somethings, in fact, one of which was how far up my short skirt was. The other wasn't my problem. I wriggled, to shimmy my hem down, but his expression perished the thought. When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn't even bother trying."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

9. "Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?"I looked at him. What did Jericho Barrons know of love?"If only it did. If only it could be turned off. It's not a faucet. Love's a bloody river with level-five rapids. Only a catastrophic act of nature or a dam has any chance of stopping it—and then usually only succeeds in diverting it. Both measures are extreme and change the terrain so much you end up wondering why you bothered. No landmarks to gauge your position when it's done. Only way to survive is to devise new ways to map out life. You loved her yesterday, you love her today. And she did something that devastates you. You'll love her tomorrow."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

10. "No wonder Barrons was so determined to keep me alive, and I had a Fae prince playing lapdog, and the Lord Master hadn't yet launched a full scale attack against me. They all needed me alive. I was Tigger. I was the only one."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

11. "He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?'I scowled. "Ass, Barrons."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

12. "I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince. Jericho Barrons was my poison now."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

13. "My breathing was shallow and my hands were fists. 'Oh, yes, I'm going to have to kill you Barrons.' I said coolly, Partly because, for the most miniscule sliver of an instant, while looking at those handcuffs, I'd imagined myself climbing back into bed and pretending I wasn't cured yet."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

14. "Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt."Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "You're a leftie, Barrons.""Touché, Ms. Lane," he murmured."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

15. "Electric, wild, one foot in the swamp. Never going to crawl all the way out. And I wanted to have sex with whatever he was.(Mac about Barrons)"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

16. "Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

17. "Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn't be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photos—see Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

18. "I danced on light boxer's feet over to Barrons. "Punch me.""Don't be absurd.""Come on, punch me, Barrons.""I'm not punching you.""I said, punch--Ow!" He'd decked me. Bones vibrating, my head snapped back. And forward again. I shook it. No pain. I laughed. "I'm amazing! Look at me! I hardly even felt it." I danced from foot to foot, feigning punches at him. "Come on. Punch me again." My blood felt electrified, my body impervious to all injury.Barrons was shaking his head.I punched him in the jaw and his head snapped back.When it came back down his expression said I suffer you to live. "Happy now?""Did it hurt?""No.""Can I try again?""Buy yourself a punching bag.""Fight me, Barrons. I need to know how strong I am."He rubbed his jaw. "You're strong," he said dryly."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

19. "You want more of me, don't you, Barrons? I got under your skin deep. I hope you got addicted to me. I was a wild one, wasn't I? I bet you never had sex like that in your entire existence, huh, O Ancient One? I bet I rocked your perfectly disciplined little world. I hope wanting me hurts like hell!"Mac"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

20. "Punch me.""Don't be absurd.""Come on, punch me, Barrons.""I'm not punching you.""I said, punch--OW!" He decked me."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

21. "Deals with the devil, Ms. Lane, never go well. That‘s a given. You will not make one again. Do you understand me? If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will!" He glared at me. I rattled my chains. "Wrists. Beam. Chained already, Barrons. Come up with a new threat." I glared back."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

22. "Who's the little girl?" Don't speak, Barrons had told me on the way there, no matter what anyone says. I don't care how pissed off you might get. Swallow it. His derisive "little girl" ringing in my ears, I bit down hard and didn't say a word. "Just the latest piece of ass, McCabe." I no longer had to bite down. I was speechless."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

23. "Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?" Barrons asked, watching me carefully.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. "It was like being owned."Some women like that."Not me."Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning."I doubt it. I couldn't breathe with him kissing me."One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence."Right, and one day my prince might come."I doubt he'll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

24. "There was no lifeboat here in thesedeep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise.There was only the storm of Barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there were dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim here, I didn't care."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

25. "My city. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said "our world." He always said "your world." But he called Dublin his city. Merely because he'd been in it so long? Or had Barrons, like me, been beguiled by her tawdry grace, fallen for her charm and colorful dualities?I looked around "my" bookstore. That was what I called it. Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

26. "Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

27. "Barrons breaks heads. Ryodan turns them inside out. Barrons fucks you up. Ryodan makes you fuck yourself up. He pushes buttons and rearranges things according to his own private, coolly sociopathic plan."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

28. "Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

29. "Barrons." I hastily shoved the phone between the cushions. Ms. Lane." He inclined his dark head. You tattooed me, you bastard." I got right to the point."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

30. "Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off."Mac: "The child?" I gasped"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

31. "How will we get back up?" I worried."I have a different route in mind for our return trip.""Does it involve stairs?" I asked hopefully."No.""Of course not. How silly of me. And for our return adventure we will be scaling the side of Mount Everest, hiking boots to be provided by our trusty sponsor, Barrons Books and Baubles."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

32. "He will give them to my sidhe-seers," Rowena said sternly. "We will place the stones." Barrons gave her an incredulous look with the subtle arch of a brow. "In whose f*cking reality do you think that's going to happen?" "You have no business being involved." "Old woman, I don't like you," Barrons said coldly. "Be careful around me. Be very, very careful." Rowena closed her mouth, perched her glasses on her nose, and pursed her lips. I looked at V'lane. "Did you bring the fourth stone?" He looked at Barrons. "Did he bring his three?" Barrons bared his teeth at V'lane. V'lane hissed. The Keltar growled. And so it went."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

33. "If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will!Wrists. Beam. Chained already Barrons. Come up with a new threat."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

34. "Mac: "It's not the sidhe-seers."He stopped and went very still.JZB: "Who is it?"Mac: "The MacKeltars."He was silent a long moment. Then he began to laugh, softly.JZB: "Well played, Ms. Lane."Mac: "I had a good teacher."JZB: "The best. Hop on one foot, Ms. Lane."Mac and Barrons"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

35. "The key to resisting Voice," Barrons instructed, "is finding that place inside you no one else can touch."You mean the sidhe-seer place?" I said, hopping like a one-legged chicken."No, a different place. All people have it. Not just sidhe-seers. We're born alone and we die alone. That place.""I don't get it.""I know. That's why you're hopping."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

36. "Barrons Books and Baubles had been ransacked! Tables were overturned, books torn from shelves and strewn everywhere, baubles broken. Even my little TV behind the counter had been destroyed. "Barrons?" I called warily. It was night and the lights were on. My illusory Alina had told me more than an hour had passed. Was it the same night, nearly dawn? Or was it the night following our theft attempt? Had Barrons come back from Wales yet? Or was he still there, searching for me? When I‘d been so rudely ripped from reality, who or what had come through those basement doors? I heard footsteps, boots on hardwood, and turned expectantly toward the connecting doors. Barrons was framed in the doorway. His eyes were black ice. He stared at me a moment, raking me from head to toe. "Nice tan, Ms. Lane. So, where the fuck have you been for the past month?"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

37. "If he'd been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I'd have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

38. "Hey, I thought you wanted to know about the Sinsar Dubh!" I was so startled by his abrupt departure that I spoke without thinking. I regretted it immediately.I had no idea where Vlane had gone, or why he?d disappeared so suddenly, but I decided Id be wise to do the same myself. Before I could move, a hand closed on my shoulder. "I do, Ms. Lane," Barrons said grimly. "But first I?d like to know what the fuck you were doing kissing him."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

39. "Unbelievable," I heard Christian mutter behind me. "She toops them both?" I head Drustan ask. "And they permit it?" Dageus sounded baffled. I looked between V'lane and Barrons. "This isn't even about me." "You're wrong about that." Barrons reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "You know how to find me if you want me." He was walking away. "More nifty acronyms?" He was gone."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

40. "-I'm going to kill the kid. - Barrons says faintly.Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bodly laught. -Get in line"
Author: Karen Marie Moning

41. "I was about to look away when he reached across the seat, touched my jaw with his long, strong, beautiful fingers, and caressed my face.Being touched by Jericho Barrons with kindness makes you feel like you must be the most special person in the world. It's like walking up to the biggest, most savage lion in the jungle, lying down, placing your head it its mouth and, rather than taking your life, it licks you and purrs."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

42. "Barrons laughed again. "And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind's greatest mistakes: Falling in love with a man's potential. We so rarely share the same view of it, and even more rarely care to achieve it. Stop pining for the man you think I could be -- and take a good, long, hard look at the one I am."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

43. "He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?"I do.Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

44. "I don't believe Barrons is out to destroy mankind. I don't think he particularly cares much for mankind, but I don't think he has any deep-seated desire to see us all wiped out."
Author: Karen Marie Moning

45. "I used to write as an escape. There's no escape. There's just me sending my voice into the dark, waiting for an echo." – Laird Barron"
Author: Laird Barron

46. "Un día llegará en que las guerrasno tendrán ni un cristiano a quien matarla soledad del mundo/ ese bochornose expresará en un solo aburrimientolos mansos pizarrones de wall streetquedarán fijos en un cambio inútily nadie habrá para joder a nadie."
Author: Mario Benedetti

47. "Le dôme de l'Institut avait une vraie grâce, dut-il convenir un peu malgré lui. Évidemment, donner une forme arrondie à un bâtiment ne pouvait se justifier en aucune manière; sur le plan rationnel, c'était simplement de la place perdue. La modernité était peut-être une erreur, se dit Jed pour la première fois de sa vie. Question purement rhétorique, d'ailleurs: la modernité était terminée en Europe occidentale depuis pas mal de temps déjà."
Author: Michel Houellebecq

48. "Damos por sentada la luz del día. En cambio, la luz de la luna es otra cuestión. Es inconstante. La luna llena mengua y reaparece. Las nubes pueden oscurecerla hasta un punto que no pueden oscurecer la luz del día. El agua es necesaria para nosotros, pero una cascada no lo es. Y siempre que encontramos una cascada, no es sino algo superfluo, un bello ornamento. Necesitamos la luz del día, pero no la luz de la luna. Cuando llega, no cubre ninguna necesidad. Transforma. Cae sobre los márgenes y la hierba, separando una larga brizna de otra; convirtiendo un montón de hojas marrones y mates en innumerables y álgidos fragmentos; o iluminando las ramas húmedas como si la propia luz fuera dúctil. Sus largos rayos se derraman, blancos y afilados, entre los troncos de los árboles, y palidecen y retroceden al penetrar en la brumosa distancia de los bosques de hayas."
Author: Richard Adams

49. "Dentro del inmenso océano de la poesía distinguía varias corrientes: maricones, maricas, mariquitas, locas, bujarrones, mariposas, ninfos y filenos. Las dos corrientes mayores, sin embargo, eran la de los maricones y la de los maricas. Walt Whitman, por ejemplo, era un poeta maricón. Pablo Neruda, un poeta marica. William Blake era maricón, sin asomo de duda, y Octavio Paz marica. Borges era fileno, es decir de improviso podía ser maricón y de improviso simplemente asexual. Rubén Darío era una loca, de hecho la reina y el paradigma de las locas. —En nuestra lengua, claro está —aclaró—; en el mundo ancho y ajeno el paradigma sigue siendo Verlaine el Generoso. Una loca, según San Epifanio, estaba más cerca del manicomio florido y de las alucinaciones en carne viva mientras que los maricones y los maricas vagaban sincopadamente de la Ética a la Estética y viceversa."
Author: Roberto Bolaño

50. "Ideals belong in a world only the wise man can understand," Marron said quietly."
Author: Veronica Rossi

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