Quote

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.

R.L. LaFevers

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

R.L. LaFevers
Ever
Enough
Dared
Nowhere
Near
Left
Dream

More quotes by R.L. LaFevers

Image
He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
One heart cannot serve two masters.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
... true faith never comes without anguish.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
In the distance a wolf howls. Let it come, I think. Beast will most likely simply howl back, and the creature will either turn tail and run or fall into line behind him, like the rest of us have.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
You would throw away all that we have given you for a man’s love?” “Not a man’s love,” I say softly. “But Duval’s. And I would find a way to serve both my god and my heart. Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
He barks out a laugh. My little rebel.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
If he is smart, he will run. He is not.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
We are all of us, gods and mortals, made up of many pieces, some of them broken, some of them scarred, but none of them the total sum of who we are.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. Who are you? I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. Vengeance, I say softly.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.
R.L. LaFevers
Image
There is no shame in scars, Ismae.
R.L. LaFevers