Opera Quotes
Guilt ripped into her like a rusty, serrated knife. It took up residence in her soul, settling in and getting comfortable so it could saw away ragged pieces of flesh and leave her to bleed.
Her pulse raced, pounding in her ears above the howling wind. A wave of dizziness crashed over her with the rapid flood of adrenaline. She gasped in a breath. “Don’t let go.
We don’t get to choose what happens to us—but we always get to choose how we react to it.
I wouldn't be your best and most marvelous friend in the galaxy if I didn’t point out there might be a few negative consequences from all…” she gazed upward and twirled her hand in the air “…this.
That excuse only works until you discover the person is merely an individual like any other.
Alexis, please mind your mouth. Cursing in Russian is still cursing.
In sum, every pore of his being oozed one thing…okay, FINE. Every pore oozed two things. The first was irrelevant. The second was dangerous.
They sit in their soundproof rooms and issue tone-deaf edicts and call themselves controlling the world. And one day they ask you to die for them.
I saw the Earth, yes. I saw the colors so magnificent, so vivid, so real. It was hope so large and round, green and blue.
The monsters don't live in the belly of the world like they all say. The monsters live inside of us. We make the monsters.
There is nothing I fear more than someone without memory. A person without memory is free to do anything she likes.
I have spent my life battling monsters. It was only in realizing that I was the monster, and choosing to destroy her, that I could save the world.
War makes monsters of us all. But what happens to those of us who no longer wish to be monsters?
I'm not trying to be mean, ' Casamir says.'Intent doesn't always matter.
All I am, and all I love, is war. I don't know who I will be if I stop. The world, if it is to survive, needs a leader, not a warmonger. The world I want to make does not require me
Thing to know about the Reaches....It’s always trying to kill you. Even the empty places between the stars."Asher Corsair, Allies and Enemies: Rogues
There's not a hell of a lot of difference between bravery and stupidity." - Commander Boaz Aurigae
How long you been in the infantry, sir? Anything under ten miles counts as 'almost there'.
Lieutenant Mortas is the black sheep of the family--I thought you knew that.
People feared what they did not understand, and they without a doubt did not understand her. Those who believed they did least of all. She was something new.
It didn't take a synthetic mind to decipher Caleb Shepperd, just a human one." ~ #1001
It was a subversive notion, the idea that she was free. Free to choose where to go and what to do with her time.
Noah gave an exaggerated eye roll. “Just out of curiosity, is this the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?”“It wouldn’t be fair to rank them.” Caleb gunned the engine.
Caleb!” The sharp, forceful tone demanded he halt. He found he had complied, but did not turn around. His voice sounded low and hoarse, likely because he couldn’t breathe. “Alex, I can’t.
I’ve come to accept the voices in my head… I just wish they didn’t spit when they talk.
... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.
Wherever you walk, stand or sit, do it with self-confidence and be firmly convinced: I am a singer! Being tentative is one of the deadly theatre sins.
Opera cuts to the chase—as death does. An art which seeks, more obviously than any other form, to break your heart.
This can’t be a coincidence, and there’s no longer any doubt in my mind. I am in a horror story.
Maybe being here won’t be so bad after all… as long as I can avoid the music, the bloodthirsty diva duo, and the phantom’s shadow lurking around every corner.
It all goes aroundIt all goes aroundThe planet goes around the sunIt all goes aroundMy mother said it all goes aroundIt all goes aroundThe ship goes around the station
We all have it in us to be something other than what we are, I thought, but we don't often get a glimpse of what we could have been
Follow the plan until it goes to shit, and then kill everything that isn’t human.
You must expect to make enemies.""I never expect to make anything else, " he said.
You daughter is prudish?” There was a gleam of triumph in Helena Winter’s face. Fee grimaced. Prudish? No, not that she could claim. Far too mild a word for what she felt.