324 Quotes by Cynthia Hand

I can't leave you," he says hoarsely."I can't leave you either," I say, shaking my head. "I can't.""Then don't," he says, and grabs me behind the neck and kisses me again, and the world is tilting, and everything goes black.

Mr. Rochester grunted. "Miss Eyre, listen to me. I believe there is a string below your rib, and it stretches across class and age to me, and it is attached beneath my rib. And if you find another suitable position, and leave me, you will pull it out. And I will bleed.

The person who possesses the creative gift owns something of which she is not always the master - something that at times strangely wills and works for itself.

I went into the back office to get some receipt paper to restock my register, and I got this weird feeling.""A weird feeling?" Sadie's skeptical. "Like maybe the feeling that you should get a real job?

It's funny how sometimes you don't see the obvious things coming. You think you know what life has in store for you. You think you're prepared. You think you can handle it. And then-boom, like a thunderclap-something comes at you out of nowhere and catches you off guard.

Words were good. But sometimes they were simply inadequate.

The Eδian encampment was quiet save for the crackle of campfires and the muted voices of soldiers, who where huddled in groups around the fires, discussing tactics or telling stories they'd never told anyone else, but needed to be told. In case they died in the morning.

Never in any Jane Austen novel did the love interest pretend to be a fortune-teller," Helen said, "Why would someone do that?

My mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.