Quotes About Encounter

Malta," he said, and smiled. "Possibly the most annoying young female I've ever encountered. Yet lovely. I named a horse after her. Do you remember?

I did not see you there I said. You never did replied Ketrikken.

other tales, the sailors reach a land of intelligent talking animals who find humans disgusting and rather stupid.

A man hurried toward me, face shrouded in his hood against the wind. He glanced up and our eyes met. He blanched and turned aside, to hurry back the way he had come. Well, and so he might. I felt my anger building to an unbearable heat. The wind whipped at my hair and sought to chill me, but I only strode faster, and felt the strength of my hatred grow hotter. It lured me and I followed it like the scent of fresh blood.

Collin Boyd stepped off the Metro bus on his way to work, and across the street he saw himself strolling down the sidewalk. A stubborn

Oh, wait till you meet this guy. Ever watch that show? The medical drama? ER? No, the one with more sex. Grey's Anatomy?

He thought of the man he'd seen seconds

Okay." "Thanks, bye." Bennie left the conference room, met

Anger, disappointment, sadness were the all-too-familiar horsemen preceding any encounter with her family.

How had he rehearsed this vitally-important, utterly-critical meeting, again? Mother, Father, let me introduce -- she's getting away!

As Miles followed Ruibal out the door, he heard Illyan's voice, for a change more amiable than stressed: "Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?

He approached the stranger and drew his sword. Señor, he said, we will now discuss music.

I do not know who the two old men were or what any of them were doing, but there are moments when it is clearly time to go, and I left them there and then.

Tell me, son... have you ever been intimidated by anyone?' 'Oh yes,' said Thomas. 'I don't believe it. By whom?' 'By Our Lord... on the altar.

I'm Felix," said the skinny guy. "This is my man Moses.

But fall? No. What is it, love? If not a fall, is it a hunger? The appetite casting around for strange meat not yet encountered, hungry for what it does not know yet, but will recognize at the first scent in the air? I know one thing: No one tumbles straight into their greatest love, the great love of their life. For there are many kinds of love- maiden love, flesh love, flesh hunger, then the deepest love hunger- and all these must be tried, tasted and relished before the one great love.

beating. Emma! A beautiful young woman with golden hair came outside. Her hair was tied into a a tail at the base of her neck. Two Indian women came up to her and they embraced. Each Indian woman held a child, one of them just a little baby.

A cockroach stepped out from behind the ketchup, gave me a quick impassive once-over, decided that I was of the Brahmin faith, and walked earnestly across the table on errands of his own. Somebody had left a newspaper on the bench beside me, and I picked it up and swatted the cockroach, permitting his soul to transmigrate into the body of a quartermaster.

the village. There he saw a little girl holding

Rikki-tikki's mother (she used to live in the general's house at Segowlee) had carefully told Rikki what to do if ever he came across white men.

The first words of a book are of utmost importance. The moment of encounter, when a reader turns to that first page and reads those opening words, it's like locking eyes or touching someone's hand for the first time, and we feel it, too. Books don't have eyes or hands, it's true, but when a book and a reader are meant for each other, both of them know it

Of course there are individual books—you may even be holding one in your hand right now—but that's not all we are. At the risk of sounding full of ourselves, we are both the One and the Many, an ever-changing plurality, a bodiless flow. Shifting and changing shape, we encounter your human eye as black marks on a page, or your ear as bursts of sound. From there, we travel through your minds, and thus we merge and multiply.

The first words of a book are of utmost importance. The moment of encounter, when a reader turns to that first page and reads those opening words, it's like locking eyes or touching someone's hand for the first time, and we feel it, too.

Start again. Tell the readers how they met. Start at the beginning.