Savored Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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life-can-be-savored-only-if-you-look-to-future-leave-vengeance-to-gods-david-gemmell
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happiness-is-fleeting-life-is-brief-but-we-know-that-nonetheless-life-can-be-savored-that-happiness-even-ecstatic-kind-is-available-to-us-christopher-hitchens
A near half hour passed as Salvatore weaved his way through the winding tunnel, his steps slowing as he tilted back his head to sniff the air. The scent of cur was still strong, but he was beginning to pick up the distant scent of other curs, and... pure-blood. Female pureblood. Coming to a sharp halt, Salvatore savored the rich vanilla aroma that filled his senses. He loved the smell of women. Hell, he loved women. But this was different. It was intoxicating. 'Cristo, ' he breathed, his blood racing, an odd tightness coiling through his body, slowly draining his strength. Almost as if... No. It wasn't possible. There hadn't been a true Were mating for centuries. 'Curs, ' Levet said, moving to his side. 'And a female pureblood.' 'Si, ' Salvatore muttered, distracted. 'You think it's a trap?' Salvatore swallowed a grim laugh. Hell, he hoped it was a trap. The alternative was enough to send any intelligent Were howling into the night. 'There's only one way to find out.' He moved forward, sensing the end of the tunnel just yards in front of him. 'Salvatore?' Levet tugged on his pants. Salvatore shook him off. 'What?' 'You smell funny. Mon Dieu, are you... ' With blinding speed, Salvatore grasped the gargoyle by one stunted horn and yanked him off his feet to glare into his ugly face. Until that moment, he hadn't noticed the musky scent that clung to his skin. Merda. 'One more word and you lose that tongue, ' he snarled. 'But... ' 'Do not screw with me.' 'I do not intend to screw with anyone.' The gargoyle curled his lips in a mocking smile. 'I am not the one in heat.

Alexandra Ivy
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The following year the house was substantially remodeled, and the conservatory removed. As the walls of the now crumbling wall were being torn down, one of the workmen chanced upon a small leatherbound book that had apparently been concealed behind a loose brick or in a crevice in the wall. By this time Emily Dickinson was a household name in Amherst. It happened that this carpenter was a lover of poetry- and hers in particular- and when he opened the little book and realized that that he had found her diary, he was 'seized with a violent trembling, ' as he later told his grandson. Both electrified and terrified by the discovery, he hid the book in his lunch bucket until the workday ended and then took it home. He told himself that after he had read and savored every page, he would turn the diary over to someone who would know how to best share it with the public. But as he read, he fell more and more deeply under the poet's spell and began to imagine that he was her confidant. He convinced himself that in his new role he was no longer obliged to give up the diary. Finally, having brushed away the light taps of conscience, he hid the book at the back of an oak chest in his bedroom, from which he would draw it out periodically over the course of the next sixty-four years until he had virtually memorized its contents. Even his family never knew of its existence. Shortly before his death in 1980 at the age of eighty-nine, the old man finally showed his most prized possession to his grandson (his only son having preceded him in death), confessing that his delight in it had always been tempered by a nagging guilt and asking that the young man now attempt to atone for his grandfather's sin. The grandson, however, having inherited both the old man's passion for poetry and his tendency towards paralysis of conscience, and he readily succumbed to the temptation to hold onto the diary indefinitely while trying to decide what ought to be done with it.

Jamie Fuller
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