Diletta Brizzi > Diletta's Quotes

“I love you, Katy. Always have. Always will.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick...”
― Cate Tiernan, Book of Shadows

“It has been a very long time since I've received a gift as extraordinary as you.”
― Aimee Carter

“Love goes through all times”
― Kerstin Gier

“Dea è ogni cosa in natura è ogni cosa in natura è sacra. Guarda questo è il suo volto. Ascolta questa è la sua voce Lei è in tutte le cose belle e in quelle terribili anche”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley

“Scrivere è un'occupazione solitaria. Avere qualcuno che crede in te fa una grande differenza. Non c'è bisogno che si lancino in orazioni. Di solito credere è già sufficiente.”
― Stephen King

“Non esiste un vascello veloce come un libro per portarci in terre lontane.”
― Emily Dickinson

“No matter what happens, I will always be there for you, even if you do not remember who I am.”
― Aimee Carter, The Goddess Test

“Time ain’t nothing, but time. It’s a verse with no rhyme,
And it all come down to you.
«El tiempo solo es tiempo. Es un verso sin rima, y todo depende de ti.»”
― Kerstin Gier, Saphirblau

“There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.”
― Cate Tiernan

“I care," he said in a trembling voice. "I care so much that I do not know how to tell you without it seeming inconsequential compared to how I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too.”
― Aimee Carter, The Goddess Test

“Keep trying until you have no more chances left.”
― Aimee Carter, The Goddess Test

“I've found her, she is how the story tells. Black hair, pale skin, perfect body. And her eyes, oh, her eyes! She hurts with her eyes. I saw her at the School. Two pink diamonds. It's she, I perceive the fire. I finally found the Maid of Flames.”
― Chiara Cilli

“Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“My palms itched to have a close encounter of the bitch-slap kind with his face.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Why are you such an ass?" The words came out before I could think twice.
"Everyone has to excel at something, right?"
"Well, you're doing a great job.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect." His eyes searched mine intently, and for a moment we stood there toe to toe. "The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It's just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Will you show me what you really look like? You don't sparkle, do you?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Thanks,” I muttered and added under my breath, “Douchebag.”

He laughed, deep and throaty. “Now that’s not very ladylike, Kittycat.”

I whipped around. “Don’t ever call me that,” I snapped.

“It’s better than calling someone a douchebag, isn’t it?” He pushed out the door. “This has been a stimulating visit. I’ll cherish it for a long time to come.”

Okay. That was it. “You know, you’re right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you,” I said, smiling sweetly. “You’re a dickhead.”

“A dickhead?” he repeated. “How charming.”

I flipped him off.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“The day my internet was hooked up was better than having a hot guy check out my butt and ask for my phone number.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Embarrassed someone would see you and think you’re capable of reading?”
“I do have a reputation to maintain.”
“And what a lovely reputation that is.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“Look at the time." I tipped my chin toward the clock. "It's past midnight. It's January second. You lost."
For several moments he stared at the clock like it was an Arum he was about to blast into the next county and then his eyes found mine. Daemon smiled. "No. I didn't lose. I still won.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“What?" he demanded.
"Did you just...clean a dish?" Dee backed away slowly, blinking. She glanced at Daemon. "The world is going to end. And I’m still a vir—"

"No!" both the brothers yelled in unison.

Daemon looked like he was actually going to vomit. "Jesus, don’t ever finish that statement. Actually, don’t ever change that. Thank you."

Her mouth dropped open."You expect me to never have—"

"This isn’t a conversation I want to start my morning with." Dawson grabbed his book bag off the kitchen table. "I’m so leaving for school before this gets more detailed."

"And why aren’t you dressed yet?" Dee demanded, her full attention concentrated on Daemon. "You’re going to be late."

"I’m always late."
"Punctuality makes perfect.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Shadows

“Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You look like you got more of a bath than the car. I never
thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I’m convinced it should be an Olympic sport.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West
Virginia, the land of lost models.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“How long have you been standing there?"
"Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger."
"He deserved it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I bet you think things through, right? Accept candy
from strangers and get into vans with a sign that reads free Kittens?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I hate you and your freaky alien powers.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I didn't tell you this because I'm sure you would've changed your mind about the dress."
"What?" I frowned. "Does it make my butt look big?"
She laughed. "No. You looked stunning in it."
"Then what's the deal?"
Her smile turned downright mischievous. "Oh, you know, just that the color red is Daemon's favorite.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian