Quotes from Nalini Singh

Skin chilling, she realized he had no more in him.

The owl looked at her again, its eyes endless and beautiful and strange. Under her hands, its warmth was a soft glow, and in her mind spoke the voice that wasn't there. Child of love. Child of grief. Child of courage. Watch for the broken blade. Watch for the mourner. He is your death. A long sigh . . . and the owl spread its wings.

Like all power, psychic power had a flip side. Changelings could turn feral. Psy could turn murderously insane.

Mortal born. Mortal fall. Mortal heart. Ambrosia's sweet kiss. Wings of dawn. Wings of night. This will be.

Ten years was a long time for evidence to age and fade. For flesh to disappear. For everyone to forget that Nina Parvati Rai had been a living, breathing woman who'd loved music and cooking and had a mind like a computer. In another life she could have been a professor. In this life she'd been a rich man's wife. Now she was just bones.

Digging into the pancakes in the interim, Sarah moaned. "These are so good." Abe stared at her mouth. "Stop making those sounds or you won't get to finish the stack.

people who think they know everything end up becoming despots.

I think at a certain point, a person must take responsibility for being their own person. To look forever backward..." She thought of the pile of returned letters her mother hoarded in a trunk, letters Camio hadn't even bothered to open. "It's stagnation and obsession.

Just because we grow doesn't mean we forget our old selves. We are all created of many skins.

Love grows when it is tended.

You have a huge heart, find room in it to be kind.

The choice we make at the fork in the road can define our very existence. - Lord Deryn Mercant (Circa 1506)

You," he said quietly, no longer able to lie. "You tempt me.

Strength doesn't mean never relying on anyone.

Edukacja jest wa?na, a czÅ'owiek, który posiada najwiÄ™cej informacji, to czÅ'owiek, który ma wpÅ'yw na prÄ…dy tego Å›wiata.

The woman he took as his own would never, ever have to fear betrayal.

Wybór, — mówimy sobie, — mamy wybór. Tak gÅ'upi potrafiÄ… by? tylko Å›miertelnicy. To tylko loteria — zabawa losu. —Adina Mercant, poeta (ur. 1832, zm. 1901)

I'm alive. I fucking made it. No one has the right to take that from me.

No one could travel a hard road all alone.

You make me proud each and every day.

Galen, én kedvellek, de Jessamyt szeretem. Ha megbántod, én kibelezlek.

He haunts me. The sniper. In my dreams, he is a black shadow with his eye focused on the scope of a rifle. Sometimes, he puts down the weapon and walks toward me. Sometimes, he even touches me. But most times, he presses the trigger. And kills me.

We don't choose our parents. And their mistakes aren't our own. You are what you make yourself—don't ever forget that.

Has hecho un agujero en mi corazón y me causa dolor cuando no estás allí para llenarlo.