Eileen > Eileen's Quotes

“[Kindness] is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.”
― David Levithan, Every Day

“Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“He wears his pride in his posture, in the way his eyes claim everything they land on.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I decide to keep the shirt to remind me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“I am the instrument of my own destruction.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“Decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame…you alone are responsible for the quality of it.”
― Bob Moawad

“The first principle is that you must not fool yourself and you are the easiest person to fool.”
― Richard P. Feynman

“DeBlass's eyes darted left and right. His breathing grew hard and fast.
"My client does not acknowledge ownership of the weapon in question."
"Your client's scum."
The lawyer puffed up. "Lieutenant Dallas, you're speaking of a United States Senator."
"That makes him elected scum.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“Let me help you." Roarke bent down, lifted Rockman by the lapels. He jerked the man up, steadied him. "Look at me, Rockman. Vision clear?"
Rockman blinked blood out of his eyes. "I can see you."
"Good." Roarke's arm shot up, quick as a bullet, and his fist connected with Rockman's already battered face.
"Oops," Feeney said mildly, when Rockman crumbled to the floor again.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously.
"Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it's 5 a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at."
"Meaning you?"
"What else?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names."
"Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets.
Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Jace?"
"Yeah?"
"How did you know I had Shadowhunter blood? Was there some way you could tell?"
The elevator arrived with a final groan. Jace unlatched the gate and slid it open. The inside reminded Clary of a birdcage, all black metal and decorative bits of gilt. "I guessed," he said, latching the door behind them. "It seemed like the most likely explanation."
"You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
He pressed a button in the wall, and the elevator lurched into action with a vibrating groan that she felt all through the bones in her feet. "I was ninety percent sure."
"I see," Clary said.
There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put a hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?"
The other ten percent," she said, and they rode the rest of the way down to the street in silence.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones