Cameron Dokey Quotes

The big boss wants to take us both out for dinner tonight. Apparently he's into getting to know the families of key employees or something."
"Well, that sounds potentially boring," Elaine remarked. "Do you know where you're going?"
Completely off the top of my head, I named the swankiest restaurant that I could think of.
"You'd better dress up," Elaine warned. "I think that's one of those places where, if you show up not wearing pantyhose, they give you some."
"That is so gross," I said.

The calm before the storm that might carry us all before it.

And then I was simply running, flying along the hallways of the palace on glass-slippered feet, not knowing, not caring where I was going. The journey, not the destination, was all that mattered. The sense of freedom, never mind that it was false, that always comes with motion.

No matter how much my heart cried out to be alone. For there was something in it that was clambering to get out. A thing I had not known was there until now. A thing with claws, teeth, and a temper, though I still didn't know what it was called.

Long years, and so many of them that, one by one, their hopes for a child began to pack their bags and depart.

A single voice and yet a chorus.

You must never call your enemy by a name you choose for him." "Instead you must call him by the name he calls himself. What he chooses will reflect his pride; it will reveal his desires. But what you choose to call him will reveal your fears, which should be kept to yourself, lest your enemy find the way to exploit them.

And the thing about understanding yourself, knowing your true colors, is that you have to be true to them. For if you don't, they change, and so do you.

Unhappy memories are persistent. They're specific, and it's the details that refuse to leave us alone. Though a happy memory may stay with you just as long as one that makes you miserable, what you remember softens over time. What you recall is simply that you were happy, not necessarily the individual moments that brought about your joy.
But the memory of something painful does just the opposite. It retains its original shape, all bony fingers and pointy elbows. Every time it returns, you get a quick poke in the eye or jab in the stomach. The memory of being unhappy has the power to hurt us long after the fact. We feel the injury anew each and every time we think of it.

When someone refuses to speak, those around him are left to imagine what his thoughts might be, and all too often the possibilities conjured up are not pleasant ones ... Sometimes, no matter how much you wish to proclaim them, it is better to keep your thoughts to yourself. Speaking out when someone else is silent puts the speaker at a disadvantage.

Duty and honor, I thought. Stern and difficult taskmasters, but I must obey them both now.

The only thing that will make it possible for you to marry is if you meet your bridegroom on your wedding day, so he doesn't have the chance to get to know you ahead of time.

Stories are tricky things, aren't they?

A story is alive, as you and I are. It is rounded by muscle and sinew. Rushed with blood. Layered with skin, both rough and smooth. At its core lies soft marrow of hard, white bone. A story beats with the heart of every person who has ever strained ears to listen. On the breath of the storyteller, it soars. Until its images and deeds become so real you can see them in the air, shimmering like oases on the horizon line. A story can fly like a bee, so straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain the same.

It still beat with a trip and a hammer, for that is the way a heart must go. But, whereas before it had woven only dark things when it dwelled upon my cousin, now within the fabric of my heart there ran, for him and him alone, one single strand of pure, untarnishable gold.

He had wasted the span of my entire life.

Your possibilities are endless, while mine are already sewn up tight. And even if you never find out, you'll still be whatever you can make of yourself.

red-hot fireflies

Five is for five heartbeats, the length of time it takes to breathe in or out. For that is how quickly a life may change, for better or for ill. The time it takes to make up, or change, your mind.

I am not a fool just because the whole world thinks I look like one.

To truly love takes seeing truly.

To be unkind because you are thoughtless is the worst kind of blindness.

In the weeks since I had made the decision to leave my father's house, I had grown up. And I had learned that not every battle can be fought by firing an arrow from a bow. But I would have to face whatever new challenges came my way as bravely as I had faced the Huns. I could not wallow in self-pity, thinking about what might have been. I had to do my duty. It was the only way to stay true to myself.

The strongest magic doesn't simply act upon us, it becomes us. Running with our blood, holding us upright from the inside out, just like our bones.

And in my spine, at the very core of me, I am a tiger. Passionate and daring, impetuous, longing to rebel. Unpredictable and quick-tempered. But also determined and as obstinate as a solid wall of shidan--stone.

Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.

I will not fail,' the water bearer's daughter vowed. 'But worse than failing is not to try at all. For then there can be no hope of success.

Of course there are unknowns. And the sooner Aurore begins to meet them, the sooner they will cease to be unknown. That is the point.

Really believing in "once upon a time". Believing that it will draw you in, take you with me to a place you've never been before.

I much prefer it when things are straightforward. They don't have to be simple or easy, but they do have to be fair.

Love cannot thrive simply by being offered. Sooner or later it must be accepted and reciprocated. It must be seen for what it is and nourished according to its needs, or it will die.

The mind is a wonder and can accomplish many things. But it cannot accomplish the impossible. That is a thing only the heart can do.

Even the most straightforward of paths could turn out to be more complicated than it seemd at first.

But how do you protect yourself against an enemy you cannot see? How do you combat a thing that only threatens but never really comes? And so it came to pass in those days of quiet that we ceased to fight an outside foe and began to fight ourselves.

For tomorrow would be different. Still wonderful, yes. But not filled with this strange wonder. You don't have to be grown up to understand the way things change. To understand that a thing can be truly new only once, and precious because it came to you when you did not look for it.

I could actually see the magic of the place, shimmering like a soap bubble.

Even a fool could become dangerous when armed with a secret.

The twinkle at the back of his eyes.

Keep what you hold in your heart safe and strong.

Voices beyond my ability to measure suddenly hushing all at once.

For surely a king is first a man. And so it must follow that a king does as all men do: the best he can.

The fear in his eyes and in his voice telling anyone with eyes and ears of their own all they needed to know about what was in his heart.

For true love comes when it will, not when it is called.

But this child is not worth unraveling the world for. No one is.

The most powerful wish there is, one that is a birth and death wish, all at the same time.

For instance, here is a puzzle that many minds have pondered: If a tree falls in the forest, and there is no one there to hear it,does it still make a sound?

By her desperate actions, she drove others to desperation, and so we came to be deprived of our brightest ally , our purest colors.

The power of her magic had snatched me from death. But it was the power of my own love which would give me the life I wanted.

I think the worst part is that when you know you dream another person's dream, you can never truly feel at peace. Never truly trust yourself. If you carry around somebody else's nightmare, who knows what else your insides might hide or when it might come out?

Nothing is truly impossible. It's all a matter of looking at things in just the right way.

Spring came in a great and colorful rush.

Maybe all young men who love us become knights in shining armor when we love them back.

Sometimes, pushing against change only makes it push back twice as hard. But even the most bitter fruit may contain something sweet at its core. A taste you would never have encountered if you had not been willing to endure the bitter first.

Even so, [ ... in the silence after a winter storm has ceased to howl, in the soft whisper of a morning snowfall, in the way the moonlight sparkles over new-fallen snow, you can feel when she has been near by, ever searching. You can sense the presence of the Winter Child.

I suppose when the things that give you bad dreams live inside you, there's no point in trying to stop them. They're going to come out whenever they decide it is their time. Better just to close your eyes and hold on tight, the faster to get the things you fear to go back to sleep themselves.

But seeing someone is not the same as knowing them.

Slim and curving sickle of the moon

A cornered animal is almost as dangerous as a wounded one.

None of us can accept all what we may be offered in this life. Sometimes we must say no, even to love.

A face shaped by both love and adversity. But where neither held sway. They were balanced, point to point.

How did you explain a thing it had not occurred to you to question? A thing you just knew, clear through to your soul?

I may not know where you come from, but that's not the same as not knowing who you are.

A strange ripple...like an unexpected changing of the tide.

I had to cease to mourn what could never be and make the most of what was possible. And I would begin doing that by trying to mend the hurts of the past.

If you have to ask, you've never been in love. More than that, you've never had your feelings hurt by the one you want to trust and cherish you most of all.

So I chose one, and Harry kept the other ... we have been living happily ever after, building the room that is our love, our home, inside our hearts from that day to this.
We build it, still, for as long as we draw breath.

First impressions can be tricky things, for they can be both shallow and lasting, all at once.

I kissed him back, kissed him as I had dreamed of being kissed, but had never quite believed I might be.

It all depends on what you think is important, and, when the important stuff is happening, whether you're looking directly at it or looking away.

Like being able to hold the clear, pure essence of the very world itself in within your hands, and then take it in with one long swallow.

A sound that was both less and more than it had ever been before.

Oswald: "All your life"
Aurore: "What?"
Oswald: "All your life, isn't that what you wanted to know? How long I loved you?"
Aurore: "Well, yes, I suppose I did, but that wasn't what I was going to ask just now."
Oswald: "I tell you I've loved you since the day you were born, and you tell me you want to know something else. There's no one quite like you, is there, Aurore?

Aurore: "What?"
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It took two," I said. "Two different people to make the Heartwood what it is. Two different experiences, grief and joy, combined. True love never has just one face, does it? It must always have two, or it isn't true love at all.

Sometimes it is better to know an unpleasant thing than nothing at all.

Soon the grizzly was joined by a brown bear, a sun bear, and a beaver suffering from an identity crisis of magnificent proportion

Spring works wonders everywhere.

She did what she did, then left the rest of us to deal with it.

How much easier my life would be if I did not love you! I thought. How much less painful, but how much plainer. How much less color there would be in the world.

You have worked to build me what I asked for all the days of our lives. Even when the task seemed impossible, even when it would have been easier to give it up, you did not, but kept on going. You have kept me warm in winter, and cool in summer. You have laughed with me, and you have cried. You have given me children who are almost, but not quite, my greatest joy.
For the greatest joy of all is the way you held my wish in the center of your heart thorough all the days of our lives. That is where the room that you have built for me lies. Just as the room I built for you lies within mine. And in this way have all our wishes been granted. Together, we have made ourselves a home.

How Not to Spend Your Senior Year,
Rule #3:
No matter how dire things get,
do not panic.

It will only make a bad situation even worse. Besides, by the time you've reached the hit-the-panic-button stage, it's way too late. Nothing you do will make a difference anyhow.
This is a phenomenon known to the ancients as irony. You may be more familiar with the contemporary expression of this concept: Life sucks.
Particularly weekends.

I am free to choose my own actions. Indeed, like everyone else, I must be so. A good act that is compelled is not goodness at all, but merely force.

In that moment, I both lost and gained myself.
I ceased to be Aurore and yet became her, too. For, with my heart joined with Oswald's, I became more of what I was. All the empty spaces within me filled to the brim, yet never overflowing. For true love always knows its own measure. And it is the measure of two hearts, combined.
Two hearts who need no other magic than what they hold inside them, for they have learned to beat as one.

I don't trick." he replied, his voice huffy. "I wheedle and cajole. Occasionally I manipulate, but I'm always very sneaky about i, so you wouldn't know it was happening until it was far too late.

A will to be unkind is like a sickness. It can be healed or driven out. But to be unkind because you are thoughtless is the worst kind of blindness: difficult to cure, because you cannot see the fault even as you commit it.

I love you, Papa," I said.
"And I love you," my father replied. "I have loved you every day of your life. I will love you for
every day of mine and more. My love will never diminish, no matter how many steps you take
throughout the world, no matter how many years you wander until your task is done."
"I will love you as long as I draw breath," I replied. "And the moment I stop breathing, I will find
you. Wherever you are.

In spite of myself, I gave a snort. Just once, I'd like to hear a simple, straightforward prophecy.

No matter who you are, you are answerable to yourself.