A Wicked Quotes
Is that it?”“No. That’s a wall.”“It could be disguised.”“You’re not very good at looking for things, are you?”“I’m good at looking for walls. Look, I found another one.
They desecrate Riora’s sacred temple! She will be enraged.”“Oh, gods, look at the marble. We are all beyond doomed.”“Somebody put a plant in front of it!
We cannot change or put right the past, it is our choice whether to be happy in this very moment. The present is all we have and problems only live in the past or the future.
Irony: When those who call others a 'threat to Christianity' reject the crucial tenets of their own faith themselves.
What modern art required was an imagination drawn to possibilities, rather than braced by smug presumptions.
It should be made clear that religious freedom DOES NOT include the right to persecute others, nor the right to take away their humanity and equal treatment before the law.
Everybody hurts, sometimes.
We don't get to choose who we love. Or stop loving them when they're difficult.
But you will trust me again, Annabelle. You will want me again, and we will be together. I will behave. You'll see. - Zacharel
This is why we all fight so hard. Not just for the vote, but for an equal opportunity in the world.
In all likelihood he would eventually destroy her, unless he found the strength to let her go.
The implied trust was humbling. He didn't deserve it, but then again, he wouldn't betray it either.
Help me, ” I sobbed. “I beg you, help me.” My eyes burned, butno tears came. I had lost the basic human ability to weep. Human…Iam no longer human. “Destroy me. Take pity and send me on my way.
You are...beyond my imagination. It's a wonder you can be touched at all.
You know well I couldn't bear to live with a low common man after you two
See. I told you I would get that boy to the alter eventually. All I had to do was pretend I was a loon.
Magic. For the first time, she heard the word and felt a twist in her stomach, a little thrill. Having that kind of power, that kind of influence... it was a wicked thing.
Unicorns aren't magical and beautiful. They're just predatory horses that have horns and love to eat virgins.
Not at all. You look as though magic has taken hold of you. It must be magic because I don't know how you can draw like that. I can barely manage a stick figure.
The struggle to leave the cocoon is what strengthens the butterfly’s wings so she can fly. I am about to become something beautiful.
Somewhere inside you, I hope you know who you are. I hope you know what you are. I hope you know that you're powerful. We need you.
What if I don't believe in magic, Finn?That's stupid, how can you not believe in magic, Coop? It's everywhere.
You did say something I found offensive yesterday.What was that?I believe the word you used was friends.
I smile, she blushes.I smirk, she slaps me on the arm, softly.I breathe, because it's easy around her.
Do you know the story?No, Finn, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me.
You don't smile enough, Coop.I smile, I tell her defensively. She puts a hand on my shoulder and squares off with me.But not like you mean it.
Diesel sucked air. "You keep fondling me like that, and I might have to marry you.""I'm not fondling you. I'm looking for the keys!""Could you look a little more gently? You're scaring my boys.
...every year for decades there had been great excitement over the Largest Vegetable competition ("That would be my husband", was the standard comment).
The subtle and deadly change of heart that might occur in you would be involved with the realization that a civilization is not destroyed by wicked people
But this kiss? It's ruined me. This is the type of kiss I never knew existed. It's like falling and flying, all in the same moment.
What other people believe shouldn't (be allowed to) hurt me.
Why did you tell me all this?""So if I die, you'd know not to come looking for me when you get to heaven.
Zarah, you do know that we are supposed to be a graceful species, don't you?
What is on that memory stick, if you don’t mind me asking?”She was following him back into his apartment when he asked, and realized she still clutched it.“Something I never want to see again.
Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.
There was something about ink curling across a man’s bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.
Every choice we make affects the other. It always has… We share our choices and our burdens. But that way neither of us has to carry the weight alone—You have never been alone.
It’s as predictable as the tide and the moon. It ebbs and flows. Death comes and it goes.
There are no more gates, only hinges clinging to the walls like broken spiders.
There's something about her, " Caire said in a low voice. "She cares for everyone about her, yet neglects herself. I want to be the one who cares for her.
For opportunity is nothing if you don't grab it by both hands.