Abbie St Claire Quotes

I don't want to be known for winning the game, I want to be remembered for how I played it." Abbie St. Claire ~ Abbie St. Claire

Collies, coffee and, murder most foul! ~ Stella St. Claire

Brandon pulled on her hair, tipping her head back and terminating the kiss. His breath rasped in harmony with hers. He nudged her mouth with his, caught her lips again, then turned his head and rubbed his cheek against hers. "I want you to forget I said this," he whispered as he increased the pressure on the back of her scalp and urged her forehead to his shoulder. "I don't even know what I mean by it."

His mouth dusted over the crown of her head. "But I think I need you, Natalya."

Her breath caught, the sudden overflow of emotion bringing unbidden moisture to her eyes. He'd reached right in and pulled the words out of her very soul. If anyone needed the other, she needed him. Needed the way he made it impossible to hide. ~ Tori St. Claire

Hope is your torch in the darkest hour. ~ Katie St. Claire

Nihil Relinquere et Nihil Vestigi.
It says 'to leave nothing behind and no trace. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

I'm Julia Malone and nobody has the patent on me! ~ Katie St. Claire

Because Lang was her fantasy on steroids and she wanted him. Bad. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

But I don't want to just believe it, I want it to be true. ~ Audrey Niffenegger

Money doesn't make you happy," Mom insists, whipping carrots and lettuce out of the cart. "Money doesn't make you laugh when you're lonely, or make you full of contentment on Christmas morning. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

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Yes you are pretty, and when you pictured perfect, you came damn close, but the part of you I like the most is inside. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

I won't ridicule you." He walked up to the window. "Want a Coke?'
"Cherry slurpe."
He rolled his eyes. "And you make fun of me."
"See? Ridicule because I want a slurpy."
"Vivi, you're thrity-one years old."
"Right. So make it a vodka slurpy and meet me at that table. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

The home team: my dearest, most patient, most beloved husband, Rich, who does everything so that I can do ~ Roxanne St. Claire

So who has more at stake? A young man trying to get laid with the least amount of white water before he ships off to his next assignment and has nothing but a memory of a nice month on the beach, or a family that desperately needs and wants old heartaches to disappear? ~ Roxanne St. Claire

Your worth is determined by you, not the judgmental measuring cups of a fickle world. ~ Katie St. Claire

I don't want to fear life -- I want to live it. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

The world is only as small as your mind makes it. ~ Katie St. Claire

Great, Yoda wrote the directions. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

Special Assistant Agent in Charge
Lang."
He nearly smiled at the title she knew she'd botched again.
"Just 'Mr Lang' is fine. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

Hey what's your name"
"Candi." She's hesitant, like that beaten dog Jade mentioned. "Candi Woodward."
"I'm Ayla Monroe."
She laughs uneasily. "I know."
"Out, Candi Cane," Jane orders. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

Do you have everything you need?
No. She needed blinders to keep from staring at him, and a box of tissue to wipe the drool. Throw in some steel armour for her heart and a fail-safe chastity belt, and then she'd be good to go. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

The rules didn't say whose clothes we had to wear," she whispered. "And it was the closest thing to you in that empty bed. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

When you're scared of something, you need to face it, even experience it, regularly. Then it loses all its power over you. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

There's no question about it. Beaumarie St. Claire and I, we created Irish DreamTime after GoldenEye hit. We made movies like Thomas Crown and The Matador. And in between my stints as James Bond, I'd go off and I'd do something like The Matador or Tailor of Panama, which was spy related, just so I could shake it up. It's a genre which really appeals to me. ~ Pierce Brosnan

Of all the other housekeepers to be assigned to the same floor, she had to get Tori. As you know, I go by Amanda Lockhart now. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

Mandy Mitchell's up to her elbows in someone else's shit." Of all the other housekeepers to be assigned to the same floor, she had to get Tori. "As you know, I go by Amanda Lockhart now." "Ah, you'll ~ Roxanne St. Claire

She managed to clear her throat. I'm sure this is impossible for you to comprehend, Deuce, but somehow, some way, without formal therapy or controlled substances, every single resident in the town of Rockingham, Massachusetts, has managed to survive your long absence. Every. Single. One. ~ Roxanne St. Claire

I reached for a pair of my own, intrigued. "Why not? Did the ancient Gaels not wear undergarments?" Frank leered. "You've never heard that old song about what a Scotsman wears beneath his kilts?" "Presumably not gents' knee-length step-ins," I said dryly. "Perhaps I'll go out in search of a local kilt-wearer whilst you're cavorting with vicars and ask him." "Well, do try not to get arrested, Claire. The dean of St. Giles College wouldn't like it at all." In ~ Diana Gabaldon

MULTI SUNT VOCATI, PAUCI VERO ELECTI
'Many are called, but few are chosen ~ Roxanne St. Claire

The confirmed prejudices of a thoughtful life are as hard to change as the confirmed habits of an indolent life; and as some must trifle away age because they trifled away youth, others must labor on in a maze of error because they have wandered there too long to find their way out. ~ Henry St John, 1st Viscount Bolingbroke

When you prepare a list of improvements and you make them small and achievable, you won't just stick to then, you'll increase the chances that you'll keep moving forward. ~ Georges St-Pierre

The expressive word "quiet" defines the dress, manners, bow, and even physiognomy of every true denizen of St. James and Bond street. ~ Nathaniel Parker Willis

Throughout his life, Dickens cared passionately about orphans. ~ Claire Tomalin

Though all the Protestant denominations have historically condemned the veneration of holy objects (relics) and their use in healing, the Catholic church - until recently - preferred to depend entirely upon the magical qualities attributed to the possessions or actual physical parts of various saints and biblical characters for healing. The Vatican not only permitted but encouraged this practice, which entered history in the third century. Catholic churches and private collections still overflow with hundreds of thousands of items. Included are pieces of the True Cross (enough to build a few log cabins), bones of the children slain by King Herod, the toenails and bones of St. Peter, the bones of the Three Wise Kings and of St. Stephen (as well as his complete corpse, including another complete skeleton!), jars of the Virgin Mary's milk, the bones and several entire heads and pieces thereof that were allegedly once atop John the Baptist, 16 foreskins of Christ, Mary Magdalene's entire skeleton (with two right feet), scraps of bread and fish left over from feeding the 5,000, a crust of bread from the Last Supper, and a hair from Christ's beard - not to mention a few shrouds, including the one at Turin. ~ James Randi

For my omniscience paid I toll
In infinite remorse of soul.
All sin was of my sinning, all
Atoning mine, and mine the gall
Of all regret. Mine was the weight
Of every brooded wrong, the hate
That stood behind each envious thrust,
Mine every greed, mine every lust.
And all the while for every grief,
Each suffering, I craved relief
With individual desire, –
Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire
About a thousand people crawl;
Perished with each, - then mourned for all! ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

Once you get the right image the details aren't that important. ~ Abbie Hoffman

Religion, with its metaphysical error of absolute guilt, dominated the broadest, the cosmic realm. From there, it infiltrated the subordinate realms of biological, social and moral existence with its errors of the absolute and inherited guilt. Humanity, split up into millions of factions, groups, nations and states, lacerated itself with mutual accusations. "The Greeks are to blame," the Romans said, and "The Romans are to blame," the Greeks said. So they warred against one another. "The ancient Jewish priests are to blame," the early Christians shouted. "The Christians have preached the wrong Messiah," the Jews shouted and crucified the harmless Jesus. "The Muslims and Turks and Huns are guilty," the crusaders screamed. "The witches and heretics are to blame," the later Christians howled for centuries, murdering, hanging, torturing and burning heretics. It remains to investigate the sources from which the Jesus legend derives its grandeur, emotional power and perseverance.

Let us continue to stay outside this St. Vitus dance. The longer we look around, the crazier it seems. Hundreds of minor patriarchs, self-proclaimed kings and princes, accused one another of this or that sin and made war, scorched the land, brought famine and epidemics to the populations. Later, this became known as "history." And the historians did not doubt the rationality of this history.

Gradually the common people appeared on the scene. "The Queen is to blame," the people's repre ~ Wilhelm Reich

She was almost at the top of the steps, and Shane was right behind her, when she heard Myrnin say, in a quiet voice that was like the old Myrnin, the one she actually liked,
I'm sorry, Claire.
I never meant - I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know ... I don't know what I am thinking. I wish ... I wish things could be like they were before. ~ Rachel Caine

[Roger] "Do you know how amazingly beautiful you are to me?"
"As beautiful as you are to me." She slid her gaze down then back up with one of those secret smiles that played havoc with a man's mind.
He shook his head. "Nah, I couldn't be, because you'd be insane with your need to just watch me. You'd ache every moment to just touch me. Your nights would be consumed with dreams of me and you'd live every moment just to love me. ~ Jennifer St. Giles