Calla Tor Quotes

Nev tossed his pen down. "Fine. Here goes:
Ren and Cals lives may be torrid
for the young ones in Vail are quite horrid
Bine and Cos aren't too frail
Dax and Fey never pale
while Ansel and Bryn might get sordid
Bryn spit Diet Coke all over the table. Mason and Ansel clapped. I was too dumbfounded to react.
This is qhat quiet Nev does in his spare time?
"'Bine'?" Sabine frowned while Cosette mopped up the soda that flowed to their end of the table. "Since when am I 'Bine'? And we never call Cosette 'Cos.'"
"It's about cadence," Nev said. "Sorry. I said it wasn't very good."
"Why aren't you and Mason in it?" Ansel asked.
"Oh, he has another one about us." Mason wiggled his eyebrows. ~ Andrea Cremer

Ansel sighed. You know, this is the problem with you alphas, you're so concerned about taking over the new pack that you don't notice what's happening right in front of your face. ~ Andrea Cremer

I thought you said scrying was a bad idea."
"It's like vodka," Calla said. "It really depends on who's doing it. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

Quitting is a hiccup for losers. And down they go. ~ Lorenz Font

Calla readjusted, wrapping the silk around her other thigh instead. "Which one's he again? The pretty one?"
Blue and Gansey exchanged a look. Blue's look said, I'm so, so sorry. Gansey's said, Am I the pretty one? ~ Maggie Stiefvater

When does it happen?"
"It already has," Calla replied. Her eyes opened and fixed on Blue. "And it hasn't yet. Time' circular, chicken. We use the same parts of it over and over. Some of us more than others. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

He is Monroe's son." I pointed at Ren. "And he's your best hope to win this war." "He's what?" Shay's voice was dead quiet. I'm what?" Ren kept his own voice to a whisper, but the look he'd thrown me was a bit alarmed. ~ Andrea Cremer

Don't knock gossip." I pinched his hand. "It makes the world go round. ~ Andrea Cremer

Brassa,' she whispered, 'what is the moon? Why does it grow in the sky?'
'Because the moon is the goddess Tor,' answered Brassa softly, smiling down at Larka, 'looking down on us all. As some say the fury of the sun is the hunter Fenris snarling at the Varg, so they say the moon is the wolf goddess, opening her eyes wider and wider and stroking the world with her kindness. ~ David Clement-Davies

Identify you as messenger ... to other Riders." The words were gasped as if he
were forcing air in and out of his lungs by sheer will to extend his life. "Fly ... Rider, with
great speed. Don't read m-message. Then they can't tor-torture ... it from you. If captured,
shred it and toss it to the winds." Then, because his voice had grown so faint, she had to
lean very close to hear his final words. "Beware the shadow man."
A cold tremor ran through Karigan's body. "I'll do my best," she told him. ~ Kristen Britain

Then Maura made something with butter and Calla made something with bacon and Blue steamed broccoli in self-defense. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

Do you know, it's really hard to be a parent. I blame it on Santa Claus. You spend so long making sure your kid doesn't know he's fake that you can't tell when you're supposed to stop."
"Mom, I found you and Calla wrapping my presents when I was, like, six."
"It was a metaphor, Blue."
"A metaphor's supposed to clarify by providing an example. That didn't clarify."
"Do you know what I mean or not?"
"What you mean is that you're sorry you didn't tell me about Butternut."
Maura glowered at the door as if Calla stood behind it. "I wish you wouldn't call him that."
"If you'd been the one to tell me about him, then I wouldn't be using what Calla told me."
"Fair enough. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

He smiled at her as Julia threw a snowball at Calla that missed her by a mile. Grinning, Calla quickly armed herself and threw one at Julia; only it missed her too and hit Guthrie in the crotch. Good thing it was soft snow. He grinned and wiped off the snow, slowly, deliberately, wolfishly.
Calla looked like she could burst into flames, she was so red faced. He started laughing. ~ Terry Spear

Time seemed to stand still as she noticed three droplets of blood splattered on the Indian's cheek. Crimson red, she thought. Three crimson red droplets. The color of the rubescent calla lilies in her mother's garden. Her mother had explained the wine colored flower meant strength, and passionate courage. How fitting, Zee thought as shock of the reality around her began to set in. ~ Basil Pearl

Stand in nature before anyone else has woken and most people find something to believe in. ~ Tor Udall

You learn more discipline in the theatre than you do in movies or TV. You're on stage every night and you have to sustain your energy level tor several hours. ~ Blythe Danner

You are" I assured him. "We're going to get married someday. Remember?" I take a mental snapshot of the goofy grin my words put on his face. ~ Jessica Calla

There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was a light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his master's, ceased to trouble him. He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodo's side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Faced with a totally controlled, monitored and owned online world, in which every utterance is immediately scanned and filed away, many have yet to make the connection that the best solution may not be running Tor and eighteen proxies, but writing things down on paper and talking face-to-face. Remember the mail? Remember conversations? Yeah, those still exist. Want to shake somebody out of their online trance? Send them a letter. Send them art. Want to record something that will last longer than a few seconds on Facebook or Twitter? Write a book. The physical world didn't go anywhere. In fact, physical artifacts and experiences have only grown in totemic power the more we've pushed them away. ~ Jason Louv

He's like the anti-Ben, but his attention is like a shot of adrenaline. ~ Jessica Calla

...political correctness is ... not about tolerance; it's about "toe the party line or it's the gulag for you, Comrade." - Solbury Tor ~ C.J. Moran

For Swan's birthday, Calla made pineapple upside-down cake, which is not the kind of cad you put candles on. So there was nothing to blow and make wishes on. Nobody missed the candles, because when you're eating pineapple upside-down cake, there is nothing much left to wish for ~ Jenny Wingfield

You can possess a book without really owning it, though. Beyond ownership in a commercial or legal sense, there's ownership of an emotional or metaphysical kind - when a book speaks so powerfully to us that we feel it's ours exclusively: that it exists just tor us. People we meet sometimes have this effect too; they look into our eyes, and speak in a hushed, intimate voice, and make us feel we're uniquely important to them - before going on to do the same to someone else. In life, we call these people flirts. The best books are flirtatious, too, since they seem to be ours alone when in reality they're anyone's. ~ Blake Morrison

I'm good," she replied. "But thanks. My mother didn't raise me to be violent."
"Neither," observed the Gray Man, "did mine."
He ate his broccoli and butter and bacon, and Maura ate her butter, and Calla ate her bacon. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

Gods, that you would have granted me this boon when she wed me and with it gave me one night of this hot, greedy tart rather than the cold, selfish fish you gave me, he muttered, my eyes moved to him and I saw he was speaking to the ceiling in audible prayer. ~ Kristen Ashley

They talked in the supermarket, the butcher's and the post office of how they had watched a child collecting twigs, or was it flowers...? How they had noticed the sky, what a blue sky there was that day. Chloe remembers her walking through the trees, the branches growing bigger until she couldn't see her any more. A child had been lost and Kew would never be the same. ~ Tor Udall

She can't believe she is going to compose her first love letter. She can hardly bear the exposure as if her body is a photographic film spooling into sunlight and everything is too bright, too vulnerable, the moments in the film now lost for ever. ~ Tor Udall

Hello, Satan. I know you've been waiting patiently for me since the demise of the good and noble Uncle Tor. I have a feeling I'll be staying here a while. ~ Carian Cole

YOU TWO," roared Calla. Both Adam and Ronan winced. "Go to the store and get some supplies for her." Adam and Ronan exchanged a wide-eyed look. Adam's look said, What does that mean? and Ronan's said, I don't care; let's get out of here before she changes her mind. Gansey frowned after them as they scrambled to the front door. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

After she returned and the Gray Man had been encouraged to sit down on the worn couch, Maura said, "I'll warn you that if you try anything, Calla has Mace."
By way of demonstration, Calla handed him his drink and then removed a small black container of pepper spray from her small red purse.
Maura gestured toward the third member of their group. "And Persephone is Russian."
"Estonian," Persephone correctly softly.
"And" - Maura made an extremely convincing fist - "I know how to punch a man's nose into his brain."
"What a coincidence," the Gray Man said genially. "So do I. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

If someone is robbing us, come back after buisness hours! Calla's voice came from upstairs. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

The Universe began when Nothing saw itself in the mirror. ~ Tor Norretranders

To be aware of an experience means that it has passed ~ Tor Norretranders

If I recall correctly, I think I signed my first contract with Tor in 1983. ~ L.E. Modesitt Jr.

Calla," Shay called from the hall. "Without your nakedness to distract me, I'm remembering that we're in serious trouble. Hurry, please." page 436 ~ Andrea Cremer

You can't be loyal to others if you're not loyal to your own nature first. ~ Tor Seidler

He grunted; she recognized it as relief that she wasn't going to nag him further about Tor the Just, who probably wasn't that boring if he could hold off the Notherners for nine days and melt a hole in the hills. ~ Robin McKinley

Our kisses were so full of need, so long, so fierce that I could hardly gasp for breath.
(Calla and Ren) ~ Andrea Cremer

Well," Maura asked. "What does he want?"
Blue shrugged from behind her mountain of broccoli. "What does a drug addict want? Nothing."
Maura frowned over her plate of butter. "Sometimes everything."
"Either way," Blue replied, "I can't see how we can offer that."
The Gray Man politely interjected, "I could talk to him this evening for you."
Blue stabbed a piece of broccoli. "Sounds great."
Maura gave her a look. "What she means to say is, no thanks."
"No," Blue said, brows beetled, " I meant to say, and can you make him feel worthless while you do?"
"Blue Sargent!" Maura looked shocked. "I didn't raise you to be violent!"
Calla, who'd inhaled some bacon while laughing, clutched the table until she stopped choking.
"No," Blue said dangerously. "But sometimes bad things happen to good children."
The Gray Man was amused. "The offer still stands until I go. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

You sense far more than you are conscious of. Whether you want to or not ~ Tor Norretranders

I just had sex with two guys within two days. Two insanely, sexy guys that I could only dream of even kissing. ~ Victoria Ashley

Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that didn't set, a cut that wouldn't close.

It was better not to care--Lila tried not to care--but sometimes, people got in. ~ Victoria Schwab

But it's this one boy, hanging over a barre, sharing his history, who ended up here with me, in this moment, by pure fate. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. ~ Jessica Calla

This is where you belong, Calla." He pulled me closer, tilting my chin up. "Be with me. Tell me it's what you want."
I couldn't tear my eyes from his. "What I want?"
"Yes. Anything, everything you need, I'll give you. Always. I promise. Just tell me one thing."
"What?"
"That you want this, us." His voice dropped so low I could barely hear him. "That someday you'll love me."
My hands began to tremble where they rested around his neck. "Ren, you know we're going to be together. We've both known that for a long time."
He gave me a hard look. "That's not what I'm talking about."
"Why are you asking me this?" I tried to pull back, but he held me against him.
The glimmer of a smile appeared on his lips. "Why not?"
My temper flared. "Are you trying to say that you love me?"
I meant it as a challenge rather than a serious question, but his eyes seemed to catch fire.
"What do you think?" He touched his lips to mine, softly at first, gradually building pressure, parting them. ~ Andrea Cremer

What do I do?" Blue asked cannily. What have you guys seen me doing?"
"Traveling," Maura replied. "Changing the world."
"Trees in your eyes," Calla added, more gently than usual. "Stars in your heart. ~ Maggie Stiefvater