Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Will you give the girl to me? she said. Will you let me try? He nodded, dizzy with relief. Please, Willo. Please. Save her. It doesn't matter...what happens to me.
Cinda Williams Chima
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Cinda Williams Chima
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 1
Author
Novelist
Writer
Springfield
Ohio
Giving
Relief
Trying
Save
Please
Girl
Doesn
Happens
Give
Dizzy
Matter
Nodded
More quotes by Cinda Williams Chima
Ellen could have killed me, Jack said quietly, but she didn't. She saved my life. How come? Fitch demanded. After all this? Ellen turned scarlet and stared at the ground. Maybe none of my opponents ever gave me flowers before, she mumbled.
Cinda Williams Chima
Plus he was naturally lucky at cards. As Mam had always said, lucky at cards, or lucky at life. One or the other. Not both.
Cinda Williams Chima
Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it. As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.
Cinda Williams Chima
If you want to be a writer, you must be in love with the process of writing, whether you achieve financial success or not.
Cinda Williams Chima
Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop. What? What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple. Raisa, this is getting us nowhere. Say it!
Cinda Williams Chima
A vocation is not something you slap on, like a coat of paint, and change whenever you want. A vocation is built into you. You have no choice. If you try to do something else, you fail.
Cinda Williams Chima
You didn't have to go to the fireworks with him. Or - or let him fondle you. Fondle? Raisa raised her eyebrows, When did I mention fondling?
Cinda Williams Chima
And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.
Cinda Williams Chima
You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.
Cinda Williams Chima
I need to go to parties, Raisa mused, so I don't think so much.
Cinda Williams Chima
She had never felt more alive than when she lay dying in Han Alister's arms.
Cinda Williams Chima
Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.
Cinda Williams Chima
History,' Mari muttered, as if she'd overheard his thoughts. 'Why do we need to know what happened before we were born?' 'So hopefully we get smarter and don't make the same mistakes again.
Cinda Williams Chima
Commander! Sir! Wake up! Jack surfaced from sleep, wondering who the commander was and wishing he'd respond so he could go back to sleep - until he remembered that he was the commander.
Cinda Williams Chima
He expects nothing, she thought, because he's never had anything. And nothing was expected of him. He was free in a way she never would be.
Cinda Williams Chima
His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.
Cinda Williams Chima
Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.
Cinda Williams Chima
It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.
Cinda Williams Chima
Well now, Jack, Hastings said from the sidelines. I'm afraid you've been beheaded. Not a good start. He sounded amused.
Cinda Williams Chima
Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.
Cinda Williams Chima