Men sometimes have to leave their ladies alone, and ladies are not responsible for the bad manners of fools.
If I was getting harder, it was in response to the world around me.
Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.
Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did.
You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.
It's a sad comment on humans that none of them are tolerable to one who can read their minds
People fidget. They are compelled to look engaged in an activity, or purposeful. Vampires can just occupy space without feeling obliged to justify it.
Sometimes, instead of going down the road less taken, you just charge down the beaten path.
I'M SCARED I'LL SHOOT MY NEIGHBOR BY ACCIDENT IF I SEE HIM TROTTING DOWN THE ROAD, SAID A FARMER IN KANSAS, WHAT IF HE GETS AFTER MY CHICKENS?
The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time.
Eric was usually pretty Anglo-Saxon about sex.
Easy to exemplify my true feelings towards him
Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.
So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman
The air was cold and wet, and if you stood still for a moment the chilling damp would creep into your bones. I could tell the temperature was taking a deep dive, and the bright sky of the morning was a fond memory. It was an appropriate day to dump a body.
Once again, I had that feeling of drowning when I hadnÆt even known I was in the pool
There are times to think and times to lie fallow
I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.
Eric appeared to be counting my eyelashes. I tried to keep my gaze on my hands, to indicate modesty. I felt power tweaks kind of flow over me and had an uneasy feeling Eric was trying to influence me. I risked a quick peek, and sure enough he was looking at me expectantly. Was I supposed to pull off my dress? Bark like a dog? Kick Bill in the shins? Shit.
The average woman would not be pondering how fast her date could kill her, but I'll never be an average woman.
The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the grape, of course, so bars are very interesting to maenads. In fact, so interesting that they don't like other creatures of darkness becoming involved. Maenads consider that the violence sparked by the consumption of alcohol belongs to them; that's what they feed off, now that no one formally worships their god. And they are attracted to pride.
The sweetest part of being a couple was sharing your life with someone else.
The fundamentalists were equally stymied. ôWe were worried about Adam and Steve,ö a Baptist minister said. ôShould we have been more worried about Rover and Fluffy?
They say when one door shuts, another one opens. But they havenÆt been living at my house. Most of the doors I open seem to have something scary crouched behind them, anyway.
I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.
For awhile I taped soap operas and watched them at night when I thought I might be forgetting what it was like to be human. After a while I stopped, because from the examples I saw on those shows, forgetting humanity was a good thing.
There were toes. Those toes wouldn't be happy piggies. But they didn't have any right to be in the way.
They say there's no harm in daydreaming, but there is.
The vampire is not a bad man, and he loves you
Well in two months, it'd be sunbathing time. That made me smile. I enjoyed lying in the sun in a little bikini, timing myself carefully so I didn't burn. I loved the smell of coconut oil. And I don't want to hear any lectures about how bad tanning is for you. That's my vice. Everybody gets one.
I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.
His eyes were still like caves with ghosts dwelling in their depths.
There's no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.
What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on your vampire.
Then was ashamed of myself. I should be happy for what I'd been given. I hoped God hadn't noticed my lapse in appreciation.
Why bother to change, if you can't change into a wolf?
If there were an international butt competition, Eric would win, hands down-or cheeks up.
It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.
I could add her to the long list of people I didn't understand.
When you've been really beaten, you realize that you are just an envelope of skin, an easily penetrated envelope that holds together a lot of fluids and some rigid structures, which in their turn can simply be broken and invaded.
What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.
You just don't want a vampire pissed off at you.
It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.
Life had sure been simpler when I hadn't dated.
I put the books I was returning on the appropriate desk, and I began looking at the shelves of new arrivals. Most of them were some permutation on self-help. Going by how popular these books were and how often they were checked out, everyone in Bon Temps should have become perfect by now.
I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.
You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.
When I thought of the ferocity and strength of the fairy race, and the fact that it took all I had to open the damn blister pack and extricate the water pistols, my chosen method of defense seemed ludicrous. I'd be armed with a plastic water pistol and a trowel.
It was like being around a particularly irritating two-year-old.
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