Feo Quotes

Disturbing crunch as
Skin is punctured for access
Sweet, warm, filling blood ~ Debby Feo

It's not much
We're not given much time
Much is missed ~ Debby Feo

My old love, my new
Unlike wine, it's not better
Fresh blood is so sweet ~ Debby Feo

For a long while- for many years, in fact- he had not thought of how it was before he came to the farm. His memory of those times was like a house where no one lives and where the furniture has rotted away. But tonight it was as if lamps had been lighted through all the gloomy dead rooms. It had begun to happen when he saw Tico Feo coming through the dusk with his splendid guitar. Until that moment he had not been lonesome. Now, recognizing his loneliness, he felt alive. He had not wanted to be alive. To be alive was to remember brown rivers where the fish run, and sunlight on a lady's hair. ~ Truman Capote

When hope is gone
The soul regresses ~ Debby Feo

Every story has multiple points of view, don't listen to just one. ~ Debby Feo

Enemies are a given. Friends are not. ~ James Frey

The world is full of hate and pain
Must words be hateful too? ~ Debby Feo

Humans, on the whole, Feo could take or leave; there was only one person she loved properly, with the sort of fierce pride that gets people into trouble, or prison, or history books. ~ Katherine Rundell

We're all Earthlings so
Be kind to each other ~ Debby Feo

Vampires in darkness
Hide the bloodstains of the feed
Others in the dark ~ Debby Feo

I would like to be remembered, well ... the Mexicans have a phrase, "Feo fuerte y formal". Which means he was ugly, strong and had dignity. ~ John Wayne

Feo wished she could explain - that the beauty of the world is itself a kind of company, and they lived in one of the most beautiful spots in the world. 'You can make the snow a kind of friend, if you know how. ~ Katherine Rundell

There were, in Feo's experience, five kinds of cold. There was wind cold, which Feo barely felt. It was fussy and loud and turned your cheeks as red as if you'd been slapped, but couldn't kill you even if it tried. There was snow cold, which plucked at your arms and chapped your lips, but brought real rewards. It was Feo's favorite weather: The snow was soft and good for making snow wolves. There was ice cold, which might take the skin off your palm if you let it, but probably wouldn't if you were careful. Ice cold smelled sharp and knowing. It often came with blue skies and was good for skating. Feo had respect for ice cold. Then there was hard cold, which was when the ice cold got deeper and deeper until at the end of a month you couldn't remember if the summer had ever really existed. Hard cold could be cruel. Birds died in midflight. It was the kind of cold that you booted and kicked your way through.
And then there was blind cold. Blind cold smelled of metal and granite. It took all the sense out of your brain and blew the snow into your eyes until they were glued shut and you had to rub spit into them before they would blink. Blind cold was forty degrees below zero. This was the kind of cold that you didn't sit down to think in, unless you wanted to be found dead in the same place in May or June.
Feo had felt blind cold only once. ~ Katherine Rundell

Sometimes the last straw is heavier than it looks. ~ Debby Feo

To befriend vampires
May mean to sacrifice blood
A very high cost ~ Debby Feo

Follow the Little Voice
To do what you should do
Just follow the Little Voice ~ Debby Feo

Let go of the pain
If it doesn't motivate
Kindness and goodness to others ~ Debby Feo

Don't just see what others tell you to see ~ Debby Feo

I'm not paranoid!" I said
Looking fearfully around ~ Debby Feo

Crunchy little bite
Blood sip - to keep him going
An energy shot ~ Debby Feo

I am but a dot in the larger book of the world. ~ Debby Feo