It’s a sweet setup, I’ll admit. For all that the maids STILL show up each day with jumbo crucifixes, jumpy movements, and red eyes from crying

It’s a sweet setup, I’ll admit. For all that the maids STILL show up each day with jumbo crucifixes, jumpy movements, and red eyes from crying over the short straw that drew them vampire duty.’ Yesterday, she’d just stopped herself from raising her clenched hands above her head and chasing one of them around the room groaning, ‘I vant to suck your blood.


Kresley Cole,

A Hunger Like No Other

No, Susanna, ” he said. “I cannot love you just a little. If that’s what you want, you must find a different man.” His green eyes were

No, Susanna, ‘ he said. ‘I cannot love you just a little. If that’s what you want, you must find a different man.’ His green eyes were breathtaking in their intensity. His thumb brushed her bottom lip. ‘Because I can only love you entirely. With everything I am, and everything I ever will be. Body, mind, heart, soul.


Tessa Dare,

A Night to Surrender

However hard he tried, he could never manage to make himself visible to human eyes and not because he can’t, since for him nothing is

However hard he tried, he could never manage to make himself visible to human eyes and not because he can’t, since for him nothing is impossible, it’s simply that he wouldn’t know what face to wear when introducing himself to the beings he supposedly created and who probably wouldn’t recognize him anyway. There are those who say we’re very fortunate that god chooses not to appear before us, because compared with the shock we would get were such a thing to happen, our fear of death would be mere child’s play. Besides, all the many things that have been said about god and about death are nothing but stories, and this is just another one.


José Saramago,

Death with Interruptions

Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine.

Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.


Charlotte Brontë,

Jane Eyre

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you’re lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.


Patrick Rothfuss,

The Name of the Wind

Whether it was the power of suggestion or whether her eyes really hadn’t deceived her, I began noticing too that my face was occasionally

Whether it was the power of suggestion or whether her eyes really hadn’t deceived her, I began noticing too that my face was occasionally going rogue the rest of the afternoon, smiling when I had little reason to smile. Maybe my facial nerves were developing a neurological condition; I resolved to keep a close eye on it.


Cary Attwell,

The Other Guy