Kleypas Hero Quotes

A lifetime with such a woman was not nearly enough. ~ Lisa Kleypas

I have my heroes. Some of whom are still alive, and unfortunately many that aren't. ~ Mike Royer

This fight was old, Shadow thought, older than even Mr. Alice knew, and he was thinking that even as the creature's talons raked his chest. It was the fight of man against monster, and it was old as time: it was Theseus battling the Minotaur, it was Beowulf and Grendel, it was the fight of every hero who had ever stood between the firelight and the darkness and wiped the blood of something inhuman from his sword. ~ Neil Gaiman

Courage can come fro many places, and be made of many things, and yesterday's coward can become tomorrow's hero in an instant if the time is right. ~ Joe Abercrombie

Ember was mine. The other half of me. And I would fight Talon, St George, and the entire d world to keep her safe. ~ Julie Kagawa

I can do this. I can do it all – on my own … I do not need a hero. ~ Ginger Scott

A man like me isn't capable of being your fucking white knight. ...
I felt the anger boil up inside me. "I'm not looking for a hero!"
He flinched at the emotion cracking my words.
"I never asked for that ... I just wanted you, because despite what you might think, I see you. And no, you're no fucking white knight, but you're what I want. ~ Samantha Young

You are born to build the society, not to follow it. ~ Abhijit Naskar

It's not about you, it's about the story. It's not about the folks who raise an eyebrow because you're not yet published or not yet J.K. Rowling. It's not about what that lady at church may think or, for that matter, the critics. It's not about the fact that you can't please everyone, and it's sure as heck not about the odds. In the immortal words of Gold Five, "Stay on target." You may or may not be the one who destroys the Death Star. But you're a hero if you get out of your own way, put it all on the line, and try. ~ Cynthia Leitich Smith

I like that," Bree admitted. "It's like…it's never too late to change." Her eyes met his, and she hoped he understood that she meant it for him as well as for herself. She wanted Alessandro to give in to the good she knew was in him and leave the Dardano family behind.
"I forgot about that. I feel rather ashamed of it now. Because of the things I've done. Then I was looking at this tiny creature here, and you're going to think I'm mad but…every time I look at him, he looks different to me. He's the same boy, but something in him is always changing. It's not a physical thing that I can explain to you, but it's…like…I don't know," Alessandro said shrugging and lowering his head. He sat on the bed next to her and stared at the incubator. The baby's eyes were open, staring back, blinking slowly, sleepily.
"You're seeing him become a person. Like all the parts of him are coming together and making this tiny person's soul. He was one person in here," Bree pointed to her stomach. "And now he's changing on the outside so he can be a part of the world."
"That's it," Alessandro nodded. "He's a part of the world now. My world, in a completely different way than when he was inside of you. It's like having two sons and watching them become one as a slow minute by minute process. He's never going to stop changing. What he thinks and feels now is not going to be what he thinks and feels tomorrow or fifty years from now."
"It's the same for you," Bree said, closing he ~ E. Jamie

She broke off the kiss again on a strangled gasp, staring at him, her chest heaving. "We're not having sex here tonight." Even as she said it, she rode his thigh harder. Troy's eyes almost rolled back in his head at her barely leashed restraint, at the buck of hips that didn't seem to buy the message her mouth was selling.
"Okay," he agreed. If she chose to dry hump him all the way to orgasm beneath a billion stars he'd be in that. ~ Amy Andrews

He seemed to understand what she wanted, for he gave an unsteady laugh and caught one of her hands in his. "No, Amanda... tonight you're going to remain a virgin."
"Why?"
His hand covered her breast, squeezing gently, and he dragged his half-open mouth over her throat. "Because there are a few things you need to know about me first."
Now that it seemed likely that he would not make love to her, it became the thing Amanda wanted most. "But I'll never see you again," she said. "And it's my birthday."
Jack laughed at that, his blue eyes gleaming, and he pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, and hugged her close while he murmured endearments in her ear. No one had ever said such things to her before. People were intimidated by her self-possession and no-nonsense demeanor. No man would ever dream of calling her adorable, sweet, darling... ~ Lisa Kleypas

They [442nd Regimental Combat Team] did more than defend America. They helped define America at its best...Rarely has a nation been so well served by a people it has so ill-treated. ~ --President Bill Clinton, Quoted In Honor Before Glory

I want to corrupt you, get dirty and rough with you because I know this sexy-as-hell body can take it."--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves ~ Naima Simone

Being a hero to someone, even if it is a dog, is a feeling like no other. Though it can be frustrating, it can be the most rewarding thing to give someone a second chance at a happy life. ~ Elizabeth Parker

Political history is far too criminal to be a fit subject of study for the young. Children should acquire their heroes and villians from fiction. ~ W. H. Auden

What about the other guy?" My eyes half closed as I felt the heel of his hand brush the side of my breast. "He's the past," I managed to say. "You're the future." "Damn right I am. ~ Lisa Kleypas

Donald Trump got in some trouble for saying that John McCain is not a war hero, and said, 'I like people that weren't captured.' Not good. In fact, Trump's people are telling him to lay low for a while until this all combs over. ~ Jimmy Fallon

Unbelievable," I said in disgust.
"What's unbelievable?"
"Your ego. It's surrounded by its own cloud of antimatter. You're a black hole of ... of hubris!"
Jack stared at me through the shadows, and then he averted his face, and I thought I saw the white flash of a grin.
"Are you amused?" I demanded. "What the hell is so funny?"
"I was just thinking if the sex with you is one-tenth as fun as arguing with you, I'll be one happy bastard."
"You'll never find out. You - "
He kissed me. ~ Lisa Kleypas

A lot of the time, a moral compass is all that separates a hero from being a villain; otherwise, the two are very much the same. Both are generally the richest and most complex characters, and they get to have all the fun. I guess it's those types of roles that I ultimately gravitate towards. ~ Ian Anthony Dale

Bree shot to her feet and glared at him.
"Look all you want, Brianna. That was the deal, remember? Until Arturo is found, I'm not leaving you alone."
Alessandro stared down at her with immovable stubbornness.
"How am I gonna explain you to my grandfather? And what if the rest of my family is there?"
"Hello O'Reiley family, you remember Alessandro, the father of my child, the man that I love, the light of my life, ma raison d'être…"
"Are you done?" Bree asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Depends, are you quite ready to go? Look, you can explain that I'm there for answers too. My father's involvement in this vendetta directly influences my own future and that of my child. ~ E. Jamie

He had by now divested himself of schoolboy attitudes. He was unburdened by the desire to be a martyr or a hero. Any thoughts in that direction, Belgica effectively had quashed. Heroism in the corrupt sense of the age almost by definition, meant wanton self-sacrifice and bungling. For neither had he any taste. He wanted rational attainment; victory, but not at any price. No point upon the globe was worth the cost of a single life. ~ Roland Huntford

I want to hold his hand, but I know he will shake it free. His eyes are too full of guilt to really see me, to see his reflection in my eyes, the reflection of my hero, the brother who tried always to protect me the best he could. He will never think that he did enough, and he will never understand that I do not think he should have done more. ~ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The art of the hero wasn't about being brave; it was about being so competent that bravery wasn't an issue. You ~ Christopher McDougall

Every man is a hero of his own story. ~ Brandon Sanderson

Gossip has nowhere to go except in circles. ~ Lisa Kleypas

The single combats of the heroes of history or fable amuse our fancy and engage our affections: the skillful evolutions of war may inform the mind, and improve a necessary, though pernicious, science. But in the uniform and odious pictures of a general assault, all is blood, and horror, and confusion ... ~ Edward Gibbon

YOUR DREAMS WANT YOU. YOUR DREAMS LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE IT. ~ Diana Rose Morcilla

My hero among heroes is my grandmother, she's the epitome of strength and I try to mock that strength all the time. She's a beast. ~ Aeriel Miranda

I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time. ~ Chuck Palahniuk

It is the hero alone, not the coward, who has liberation within his easy reach. ~ Swami Vivekananda

[Veda:] History is the best kind of story. We each write our own stories about good versus evil, failure and success, love and hate. It's all about people and the choices we make. Wars are started; laws are passed; conversations are held. We decide through our actions and the choices we make whether we are the hero or the villain in our chapter of history. ~ Jessica Lave

I first read The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit when I was eighteen. It felt as though the author had taken every element I'd ever want in a story and woven them into one huge, seamless narrative; but more important, for me, Tolkien had created a place, a vast, beautiful, awesome landscape, which remained a resource long after the protagonists had finished their battles and gone their separate ways. In illustrating The Lord of the Rings I allowed the landscapes to predominate. In some of the scenes the characters are so small they are barely discernible. This suited my own inclinations and my wish to avoid, as much as possible, interfering with the pictures being built up in the reader's mind, which tends to be more closely focussed on characters and their inter-relationships. I felt my task lay in shadowing the heroes on their epic quest, often at a distance, closing in on them at times of heightened emotion but avoiding trying to re-create the dramatic highpoints of the text. With The Hobbit, however, it didn't seem appropriate to keep such a distance, particularly from the hero himself. I don't think I've ever seen a drawing of a Hobbit which quite convinced me, and I don't know whether I've gotten any closer myself with my depictions of Bilbo. I'm fairly happy with the picture of him standing outside Bag End, before Gandalf arrives and turns his world upside-down, but I've come to the conclusion that one of the reasons Hobbits are so quiet and elusive is to avoid the pr ~ Alan Lee (artist)

Good morning," Aline said, while her heartbeat rapidly outpaced her ability to think. She offered him her hand, and her breath caught at the gentle clasp of his fingers. Somehow she managed to find a calm social voice. "Did you rest well last night?"

"No." His eyes glinted as he retained her hand a moment longer than was acceptable.

"I do hope that your room is not uncomfortable," Aline managed to say, tugging free of him.

"What would you do if I said it was?"

"Offer you another room, of course."

"Don't bother - unless it's yours."

"That obliging a hostess, I'm not," she informed him. ~ Lisa Kleypas