You are my word quotes

Look,» she said, opening it up, fanning its blank pages in his direction. «This is a book, too, and precious little is written in it. It’s just as accurate as the Grimmerie, and maybe more so. Don’t be chagrined by its blankness. Be liberated instead. Go on, it’s yours. I have never written a word in it worth saving, so what I give you isn’t magic or the benefit of my thinking, but my belief in the blankness of our futures. Charms only go so far. Here, take it. Whether you write your own story in it or not, that’s your affair. — Gregory Maguire

Let me tell you how it’s going to be, Justice. You don’t tell me who I can and can’t have inside my house. I work for the NSO but my personal life is my own. You lost the right to give me your opinion,» she stressed that last word, «about what I do or don’t do the second you decided you didn’t want to see me anymore. You don’t want me so don’t you dare tell me I can’t spend time with other men. — Laurann Dohner

It was as if she had spoken slightingly of a woman he loved. For he dreamed of peace by day and night. Once in sleep it had appeared to him as the great glowing shoulder of the moon heaving across his window like an iceberg, arctic and destructive in the moment before the world was struck: by day he tried to win a few moments of its company, crouched under the rusting handcuffs in the locked office, reading the reports from the sub-stations. Peace seemed to him the most beautiful word in the language: My peace I give to you, my peace I leave with you: O Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, grant us thy peace. In the Mass he pressed his fingers against his eyes to keep the tears of longing in. — Graham Greene

I’ve never asked you to give the least considerations to my feelings.
He could picture her holding the word with fingertips at arm’s length, like a scullery maid disposing of a dead rat. — Cecilia Grant

It leaned forward, elbows on its knees, all amusement vanishing from its features, leaving its chiseled visage quietly regal, dignified. «I give you my word, Gabrielle O’Callaghan,» it said softly. «I will protect you.»
«Right. The word of the blackest fairy, the legendary liar, the great deceiver,» she mocked. How dare it offer its word like it might actually mean something?
A muscle leapt in its jaw. «That is not all I have been, Gabrielle. I have been, and am, many things.»
«Oh, of course, silly me, I left out consummate seducer and ravager of innocence. — Karen Marie Moning

God, help me to hear Your voice speaking to my heart. Give me discernment so I can always distinguish between those who speak Your truth and those who give false prophesies filled either with fear or false hope. Help me to examine what I hear against the teaching of Your Word. Holy Spirit, guide me in all truth just as You have promised. Help me to identify what is from You and what is not. — Stormie O’martian

Lead me, Lord, to the Rock that is higher than I. Let me hear your word, give me grace to obey, to build steadily, stone upon stone, day by day, to do what You say. Establish my heart where floods have no power to overwhelm, for Christ’s sake. Amen. — Elisabeth Elliot

But it wasn’t the right season to lift off. Not yet. I sat in my apartment and looked out over the city, and I just didn’t feel any passion to write about the place. I didn’t give a damn about local politics; I wasn’t moved by the issues. I missed home. And I was frustrated by people who actually thought the world was a centre and that centre was here. ‘The world’s a sphere, everyone,’ I wanted to say. ‘The centre of a sphere doesn’t lie on its surface. Look up the word ‘superficial’, when you have a chance. — Mohsin Hamid

I’m frequently asked, «Do you believe there’s extraterrestrial intelligence?» I give the standard arguments- there are a lot of places out there, the molecules of life are everywhere, I use the word billions, and so on. Then I say it would be astonishing to me if there weren’t extraterrestrial intelligence, but of course there is as yet no compelling evidence for it.
Often, I’m asked next, «What do you really think?»
I say, «I just told you what I really think.»
«Yes, but what’s your gut feeling?»
But I try not to think with my gut. If I’m serious about understanding the world, thinking with anything besides my brain, as tempting as that might be, is likely to get me into trouble. Really, it’s okay to reserve judgment until the evidence is in. — Carl Sagan

Do not fear or misunderstand when the Government say they are looking to our defences. I give you my word that there will be no great armaments. — Stanley Baldwin

Let them all come,’ said the Commdor, expansively. ‘A symbolic friendly union of our nations. It will give us a chance for further friendly discussion. But one thing.’ his face lengthened and grew stern, ‘none of your religion. Don’t think that all this is an entering wedge for the missionaries.’
‘Commdor,’ said Mallow, dryly, ‘I give you my word that religion would cut my profits. — Isaac Asimov

Seriously, Jude,» I say without moving my head, I’m too relaxed. «How about this, if you hurt me, I’ll give you a code word. It’ll be ‘ouch’. — Brynne Asher

Bingo pup. It’s a lesson best learned early. They’re all afraid of us.» He strolled over to Derek. «You’re trying to be a good kid, aren’t you? You think that’ll show them they’re wrong. So how’d that working out for you? Guess what? They don’t care. To them, you’re a monster, and nothing you do
or don’t do
will change their minds. My advice? Give ’em what they want. It’s a short, brutal life.» He smiled. «Live it up.»
Derek stared straight ahead, patiently waiting.
«He can’t hear a word I’m saying, can he?» Liam said.
«Nope. — Kelley Armstrong

We will find the cure, ma’am. I give you my word. — James Dashner

Everything comes down to this: the reason for every word I have written and every word I will write. I am recounting my life for you so that you may know this secret without the pain of discovering it: We are unhappy because we think that love is something we require from someone else. Our salvation depends on a simple gesture that is nonetheless the most difficult act we can perform: We must give away the thing we most long for. Not to receive but to give. — Arthur Japin

Vulnerability is a loaded word, and it can off-putting and terrifying to people. The best moment of my life (and by the way, this actually wasn’t a single moment) was when I realized that I no longer give a damn about what anybody thinks. What you’d talk about as vulnerability, I’d talk about as simply being true to yourself. — Cindy Gallop

Our Father and our God, purge my heart and mind with the truth of Your Word. Find the unfruitful parts and eliminate them from my life. Prune my attitudes and my actions, Lord, until they are healthy and wholly in service to You. Give me the heart of my Savior Jesus Christ, through whom I pray. Amen. — Billy Graham

One last word,’ I said in my horrible careful English, ‘are you quite, quite sure that — well, not tomorrow, of course, and not after tomorrow, but — well — some day, any day, you will not come to live with me? I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries, if you give me that microscopic hope’
‘No,’ she said smiling, ‘no.’
‘It would have made all the difference,’ said Humbert Humbert.
Then I pulled out my automatic-I mean, this is the kind of fool thing a reader might suppose I did. It never even occurred to me to do it. — Vladimir Nabokov

The three of us do not go out very often as the three of us. I think Daniel is perfect for Jed, which is the highest compliment I can give. But my friendship isn’t with him, and Jed understands that. When we hit the road, we hit it together alone.
We get to the bridge, out undestined destination. Even though there’s no sign, no arrow, Jed turns at the last minute and parks us in a verge right before the bridge leaves the ground.
The trunk pops open, and Jed runs round back to retrieve a bag of oranges and a sweatshirt that fits me better.
Shall we make like lizards and leap? he asks.
I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.
Would you stroll me down the promenade instead? I ask back.
Most certainly, my splendid.
There is no word for our kind of friendship. Two people tho don’t see each other a lot, but can make each other effortlessly happy. — David Levithan

They say the princess is a stunner,» said Peashot. «They also say she’s eighteen and twice as tall as you,» Vayle replied. «I meant the younger one.» «The younger one is a boy.» «Oh. Well then I meant the older one. Five years is not so much, and anyway, I’ll grow.» «Yes, I’m sure she thinks daily of a delinquent midget apprentice growing up to claim her hand ahead of all the nobles and princes of the realm. What could any of them possibly give that you don’t have, except titles, land, wealth and all that. You don’t have any of those things lying around, do you?» «You’re an idiot, Vayle. What does delinquent mean?» «It means you. If anybody asks you to describe yourself, that’s the word you want.» «Thanks. Idiot.» «My pleasure. Allisian is pretty though, but I’ve heard that the prince chops off the heads of men who stare at his sister.» Peashot snorted. — Jonathan Renshaw

Relax Guild Boss. You have my word of honor that I won’t tell a soul about your connection to Watson Whitaker.» she winked. «Frankly,though, I doubt if the story would do you any real damage if it did get out. Might even give you a boost in the popularity ratings back home. People love legends. — Jayne Castle

My dear fellow, you may laugh, but I give you my word that I shall be very glad to have you back safe and sound in Baker Street once more.
— Holmes, to Watson. — Arthur Conan Doyle

RUSSEL. I may very well find her satisfactory — if she’s on my level, of course. I’ve always wanted to meet a girl on my level. Let’s see how sharp you are: define «supererogatory».
BONGI. Superfluous; unnecessary.
RUSSEL. Probably luck. What does «comminution» mean?
BONGI. I don’t know. What?
RUSSEL. It means pulverization; reduction to fine powder. Define «umbilicate».
BONGI. I give.
RUSSEL. That was an easy one. What’s the word sounds like? Obviously, it means having an umbilicus. I’ll give you one more chance. Define «wimple».
BONGI. I haven’t the vaguest.
RUSSEL. It is…
(He hesitates, surreptitiously pulls a two by five card from his pocket, glances hastily at it and puts it back).
…it means ripple. Well, don’t feel to badly; you got the first one right; besides, you’re not too bad looking, or, at least, you wouldn’t be if you’d put a skirt on and look like a woman. — Valerie Solanas

Some women tell me they don’t think what I do is important, but would like to travel the world with me. Others say they’re not a slut, even though they slept with many strangers. And then many others claim to love me, even though disrespecting my beliefs and ridiculing my knowledge. And I wonder if there’s the word idiot written in my forehead, or if some people are just purely addicted to suffering. They then say I’m not spiritual when I call them names and expel them from my life. One the contrary my friend, a spiritual person is very awake, not just spiritually, but mentally too. The real and most spiritual ones are not braindead. They will give you hell if you give them suffering. Hell is very real and they can show you that better than anyone. Otherwise, they’re not spiritual, but pretending to be. Spirituality is reality, not cuckoo land full of unicorns and fairies. — Robin Sacredfire

When you’re pregnant, people feel like they can come up and give you unsolicited advice. When I was nine months pregnant, this one woman came up and she said, I have one word for you: epidural. And I was like, Oh my God, thanks. But we already picked a name. — Bonnie McFarlane

God has blessed me in many ways. Money is not the greatest blessing you can have, but I literally had absolutely nothing. The first message that I preached at Life in the Word, I had to borrow a suit from my pastor’s wife, because I didn’t have any decent clothes, and I was driving a 20-year-old car. We went through a lot of years of having nothing, sleeping in McDonald’s parking lots, because we didn’t have money to stay all night in a hotel. But, like anybody else who works hard and is diligent and doesn’t quit and doesn’t give up, there is a day the blessings come. — Joyce Meyer

They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
there are so many. You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed. Love, love, love, it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some — now carry my revelation with you
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
such love of the world — its fervency, its shining, its
innocence and hunger to give of itself — I imagine
this is how it began. — Mary Oliver

Give me your word that you’ll tell the queen what she wants to hear when she comes calling.» «If I did, my word would be as hollow as an empty suit of armor. My life is not so precious to me as that. — George R R Martin

Sinner’s Prayer Heavenly Father, I come to you in prayer asking forgiveness for my sins. I believe that Jesus died for my sins and was resurrected sitting on the right hand of the Father. Through Jesus, I believe I have eternal life. I believe that His death and resurrection provided for my forgiveness. I trust in Jesus and Jesus alone as my personal Lord and Savior. Thank you Lord, for saving me and forgiving me! I ask you right now to come into my heart and I give you my life. I accept Jesus as my personal savior. I confess with my mouth that I am born again. Fill me with your Holy Spirit and cleanse me Lord. Make me new in you. I receive your Holy Spirit and can begin a new life now in you Jesus. Help and guide me daily to read your word and to walk with you God. In Jesus’ name Amen. — Janie McGee

Griffin took one step toward the big desk and swiped his arms across the entire top. Pens, papers, books, a small marbel bust, and an ink well all crashed to the floor.
Griffin leaned across the desk, his arms braced on the now-clear top, and stared into Wakefield’s outraged eyes. «We seem to be under a confusion of communication. I did not come here to ask for your sisters hand. I came to tell you I will marry Hero, with or without your permission Your Grace. She has lain with me more than once. She may very well be carrying my child. And if you think I’ll give up her or our babe, you have not done nearly enough research into my character or history.»
Griffin pushed himself off the desk before the other man could utter a word and storde out the door. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give me back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
«What a big book for such a little head!»
Come, I will show you now my newest hat,
And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!
Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that.
I never again shall tell you what I think.
I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;
You will not catch me reading any more:
I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
And some day when you knock and push the door,
Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

Well, I know,» she said. «You’ll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you’ll be played in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we’ll have a lot more of them. And they’ll be fought by babies like the babies upstairs.»
So then I understood. It was war that made her so angry. She didn’t want her babies or anybody else’s babies killed in wars. And she thought wars were partly encouraged by books and movies.
So I held up my right hand and I made her a promise: «Mary,» I said, «I don’t think this book of mine will ever be finished. I must have written five thousand pages by now, and thrown them all away. If I ever do finish it, though, I give you my word of honor: there won’t be a part for Frank Sinatra or John Wayne.
«I tell you what,» I said, «I’ll call it ‘The Children’s Crusade.'»
She was my friend after that. — Kurt Vonnegut

On Hayao Miyazaki
I told Miyazaki I love the «gratuitous motion» in his films; instead of every movement being dictated by the story, sometimes people will just sit for a moment, or they will sigh, or look in a running stream, or do something extra, not to advance the story but only to give the sense of time and place and who they are.
«We have a word for that in Japanese,» he said, «It’s called ma. Emptiness. It’s there intentionally.»
Is that like the «pillow words» that separate phrases in Japanese poetry?
«I don’t think it’s like the «pillow word.» He clapped his hands three or four times. «The time in between my clapping is ma. If you just have non-stop action with no breathing space at all, it’s just busyness, but if you take a moment, then the tension building in the film can grow into a wider dimension. If you just have constant tension at 80 degrees all the time you just get numb. — Roger Ebert

Jayden went for my fries, ignoring Anna’s narrowed gaze. «Thanks, babe.»
«You two know each other?» Jo gestured between Jayden and me with her fork.
Before I could nod, he dropped an arm over my shoulders. «She’s my bae.»
I grinned.
«Bae?» Keira sighed. «I hate that word. Do you know what it really means?»
«Poop,» I answered without thinking. «In Danish.»
My eyes widened. Holy crap. I’d spoken without hesitation at lunch! Holy crap! No one recognized my internal freak-out over it, but I couldn’t believe it. I sat there and spoke with no problem.
I needed to give myself a cookie.
Anna giggled. «Oh, man. I know. I know. Still think it’s a cute word.»
Across from her, Keira rolled her eyes. «It literally means shit.»
«Mallory is the shit, though. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

My biggest gripe is still hope. In hell, hope is a really really bad habit. Like smoking cigarettes or fingernail biting. Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break. Yes, I know the word tenacious. I’m 13 and disillusioned. And a little lonely. — Chuck Palahniuk

*For eleven years, I’ve been worked over and abused in ways you can’t imagine by things you don’t want to know about. I’ve killed every kind of vile, black-souled, dead-eyed nightmare that ever made you piss your pjs and cry for mommy in the middle of the night. I kill monsters and, if I wanted, I could say a word and burn you to powder from the inside out. I can tear any human you ever met to rages with my bare hands. Give me one good reason why I could possibly need you?
*She looks straight at me, not blinking. No fear in her eyes.
*Because you might be the Tasmanian Devil and the Angel of Death all rolled into one, but you don’t even know how to get a phone.
*I hate to admit it, but she has a point. — Richard Kadrey

I could give you my word as a Spaniard,» Inigo said.
«No good,» the man in black replied. «I’ve known too many Spaniards. — William Goldman

Wolfe grunted. «That’s admirably specious, but drop it. I give you my word that I haven’t the faintest notion of who killed Ellen Tenzer.» Cramer eyed him. «Your word?» «Yes, sir. — Rex Stout

I give you this charge, that you shall be of my Privy Council and content yourself to take pains for me and my realm. This judgement I have of you, that you will not be corrupted with any manner of gift and that you will be faithful to the State, and that without respect of my private will, you will give me that counsel that you think best: and, if you shall know anything necessary to be declared to me of secrecy, you shall show it to myself only and assure yourself I will not fail to keep taciturnity therein. And therefore herewith I charge you.
Administering the oath of office to William Cecil as Secretary of State, November 20, 1558, as quoted in Elizabeth I: The Word of a Prince, A Life from Contemporary Documents, by Maria Perry, Chapter V, Section: To make a good account to Almighty God — Elizabeth I

A new baptism I’ll give you, and My very finger I will place in My people’s keeping. When you point your finger, demons will flee! In this year of honey, I will cause a new hunger to arise throughout the lands for My Word. And where you have known My Word in the past, you will taste and see My Word in a different way! — Chuck Pierce

If you’ve been exiled, why don’t you send me word of yourself? People do send word. Have you stopped loving me? No, for some reason I don’t believe that. It means you were exiled and died … Release me, then, I beg you, give me freedom to live, finally, to breathe the air! … ‘ Margarita Nikolaevna answered for him herself: ‘You are free … am I holding you?’ Then she objected to him: ‘No, what kind of answer is that? No, go from my memory, then I’ll be free … — Mikhail Bulgakov

I gently pressed my lips to hers, trying with everything I had in me to convey what I was feeling through that kiss. It was so slow and natural. A kiss that expressed every word I’d just spoken and so much more I still wanted to say. And it was the kiss that confirmed what I’d already known. I was willingly falling for the beautiful wounded girl before me. I wanted nothing more than to show her that everything in her past could be forgotten if she gave me the chance to give her a new beginning.
«Can I stay with you tonight?» I whispered as I pulled back from our kiss and rested my forehead to hers. — C.A. Harms

ELEVATE Lord, thank You for a fresh view of Your exalted holy nature. Great God of the universe, holy and high, lifted up. I exalt You, Lord. You are the object of my greatest thoughts, the end of my deepest affections. I give myself wholly to You and to You alone. Revive me according to Your Word even as I bow. I ask in Jesus’ strong name. Amen. REPLICATE — James MacDonald

What I recall is this: this native people he lived with, deep in the jungle — their language had dozens of words for rain. Because it was so common to them, you see. Where they lived, it rained almost constantly. Several times a day. So they had words for light rain, and heavy rain, and pounding rain. Something like eighteen different terms for storms, and a whole classification system for mist.»
«Why are you telling me this?»
His touch skimmed lightly down her arm. «Because I’m standing here, wanting to give you fitting compliment, but my paltry vocabulary fails me. I think what I need is a scientific excursion. I need to venture deep into some jungle where beauty takes the place of rain. Where loveliness itself falls from the sky at regular intervals. Dots every surface, saturates the ground, hangs like vapor in the air. Because the way you look right now … » His gaze cought hers in the reflection. «They’d have a word for it there. — Tessa Dare

Beckett, would you do me a favor? For my wedding?» Livia asked suddenly.
He nodded. «You know I’ll do whatever you ask.»
She looked over her shoulder and back to his face. «In a minute I’m going to faint away from lack of food. When I wake up, I would appreciate it if you were miles away on Eve’s bike.»
«You’re going to crack your fucking head trying to pull a stunt like that.» He ran his hand through his hair. «And I gave your dad my word. I don’t want him to think that was all a ploy.»
«You said anything. Come on, big guy, give me what I want.» She looked at him hopefully. «I’ll explain it all to my dad later. I promise.»
Beckett leaned down and kissed her cheek. «Fine. You take good care of my brother. Tell them both I said goodbye. I can’t do it. I’m a pussy. — Debra Anastasia

I don’t think I like the idea that you just control me, but you get to do anything you like.»
«Ah, but that’s because you don’t understand the power exchange. Note that I used the word exchange. Listen, there are as many different ways to practice BDSM as there are people who practice it. I like to play. I like to know that my lover will turn to me when she needs something. I’ll want to protect you. And I like to give you what you need. It makes me feel good. It makes me feel necessary. — Lexi Blake

I thought that continence was a matter of our own strength, and I knew that I had not the strength: for in my utter foolishness I did not know the word of Your Scripture that none can be continent unless You give it. — Saint Augustine

Jacob remained by Mollie’s side throughout the night, clinging to her hand as well as to her vow. She wasn’t going to leave him. She’d given her word, and Mollie never broke a promise. He prayed. He tended the cuts she’d suffered from the blackberry brambles when she’d fallen. The vines had grown entangled within a cedar’s branches, and as best he could tell, she’d climbed the tree in order to reach the ripe berries that other pickers had left behind. Unfortunately, the limb she’d shimmied out on had been weak and had broken beneath her weight. «You know, this tree climbing and dropping through busted church floors is going to have to stop after we’re married. My heart won’t be able to take the stress.» He smiled and ran the back of his finger down the smooth line of her cheek. «Not that I expect any dictate I give you to have much effect. My only hope is that you’ll grow to care enough about me that you’ll take pity on me and cease taking unnecessary risks with your life. — Karen Witemeyer

There is only one classroom in which to learn: 1. The work of God. 2. The will of God. 3. The trustworthiness of God. 4. The presence of God. The classroom is where I am now. This is the place appointed by God for my instruction and sanctification — even here: 1. where it seems God is doing nothing (He is, in fact, at work in unseen ways); 2. where His will seems obscure or frightening (He will surely give me peace at last); 3. where He isn’t doing what I want Him to (He is doing something better — preparing bread for me when what I asked was in actual fact a stone; or perhaps, He is doing the very thing I prayed for, but in a way incomprehensible to me); 4. where He is most absent (yes, even there His promise holds: I will never leave you or forsake you. My faith must size that written word regardless of the enemy’s taunt, «You’ve been abandoned.»). — Elisabeth Elliot

Mark laughed. «You are one strange little man.» Alec stopped and faced him. «That’s what my mama used to say. She’d wake me up in the morning, give me a little kiss and a hug, and she’d say, ‘My sweet Alec. You are one strange little man.’ Got to me every time, right here.» He patted his heart, then rolled his eyes dramatically. «Let’s get to work.» «See?» Mark said as he followed. «Do I need any more proof? Strange. Little. Man. Officially proven.» «You got one word right. I’m definitely a man. I’m all man, baby.» He let out a strangled choking sound that might’ve been a laugh. — James Dashner

He wanted me to understand two big things: First, that nobody, no group, is above others. Public servants are obliged to level with everybody, whether or not they’ll like what he has to say. And second, that politics was a matter of personal honor. A man’s word is his bond. You give your word, you keep it. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a sort of romantic notion of what politics should be- and can be. If you do politics the right way, I believe, you can actually make people’s lives better. And integrity is the minimum ante to get into the game. Nearly forty years after I first got involved, I remain captivated by the possibilities of politics and public service. In fact, I believe- as I know my grandpop did- that my chosen profession is a noble calling. — Joe Biden

Tanya, I can not tell you how Leningrad looks today. I used to say that Paris is the most beautiful in the world, and now I am ashamed. every time I come to Russia I’ll bring you flowers. And as is our only tryst lost, wasted, gone, I give you my word that I will teach my children to hate war and to be good people. Secondly, apart from vodka, except the tears, I do not know how. — Miroslav Antic

By the love I bear you, do not fear to speak to me of them.» I drew myself to my full height. «I would always rather have to do with spiky truth than with comfortable lies. Always.»
I held out my right hand to him and he smiled and took it in his. «I give you my word, Lanen Kaelar,» he said, the beauty of that deep warm voice threatening to break down my hard-won self-control. «Always the spiky truth. — Elizabeth Kerner

He knows I have a soft spot for RLS and not just because he was sick or because we have the same initials but because there’s something impossibly romantic about him and because before he started writing Treasure Island he first drew a map of an unknown island and because he believed in invisible places and was one of the last writers to know what the word adventure means. I could give you a hundred reasons why RLS is The Man. Look in his The Art of Writing (Book 683, Chatto & Windus, London) where he says that no living people have had the influence on him as strong for good as Hamlet or Rosalind. Or when he says his greatest friend is D’Artagnan from The Three Musketeers (Book 5, Regent Classics, London). RLS said: ‘When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge, I take them like opium.’ And when you read Treasure Island you feel you are casting off. That’s the thing. You are casting off and leaving behind the ordinary dullness of the world. — Niall Williams

Listen well,» he said when he could finally trust himself to speak. «Before this conversation began, I was fully determined to make her my wife. But were it possible to increase my resolve, your words just now would have done it. Do not doubt me when I say that Lillian Bowman is the only woman on this earth whom I would ever consider marrying. Her children will be my heirs, or else the Marsden line stops with me. From now on my overriding concern is her well-being. Any word, gesture, or action that threatens her happiness will meet with the worst consequences imaginable. You will never give her cause to believe that you are anything but pleased by our marriage. The first word I hear to the contrary will earn you a very long carriage ride away from the estate. Away from England. Permanently. — Lisa Kleypas

Watson: When do we start?
Holmes: You are not coming.
Watson: Then you are not going. I give you my word of honour — and I never broke it in my life — that I will take a cab straight to the police station and give you away unless you let me share this adventure with you. — Arthur Conan Doyle

The world has grown too large for one army of the nation, my brother. You will ride where I tell you to ride, conquer where I tell you to conquer. The world is yours, if you can put aside the base part of you that tells you to rule it all. That you may not have. Now give me an answer and your oath. Your word is iron, brother, and I will take it. Or I can just kill you now. — Conn Iggulden

God … » I choked on the word. «I know we haven’t talked much in the past few years. Hell, I told you I hated you when Tye took his own life.» I cursed again and pinched the bridge of my nose. «I don’t even care about myself anymore, just promise me she’ll be okay. If I don’t make it … if you take me, just let Kiersten be okay. She can’t go down that road — I don’t care if you have to punish me, God. If she’s going to suffer, give me her pain instead. If her heart’s going to break, break mine for hers. Please, God … please. — Rachel Van Dyken

My default answer to everything is no. As soon as I hear the inflection of inquiry in your voice, the word no forms in my mind, sometimes accompanies by a reason, often not. Can I open the mail? No. Can I wear your necklace? No. When is dinner? No. What you probably wouldn’t believe is how much I want to say yes. Yes, you can take two dozen books home from the library. Yes, you can eat the whole roll of SweeTarts. Yes, you can camp out on the deck. But the books will get lost, and SweeTarts will eventually make your tongue bleed, and if you sleep on the deck, the neighborhood racoons will nibble on you. I often wish I could come back to life as your uncle, so I could give you more. But, when you’re the mom, your whole life is holding the rope against those wily secret agents who never, ever stop trying to get you to drop your end. — Kelly Corrigan

My Aunt Dahlia, who runs a woman’s paper called Milady’s Boudoir, had recently backed me into a corner and made me promise to write her a few words for her «Husbands and Brothers» page on «What the Well-Dressed Man is Wearing». I believe in encouraging aunts, when deserving; and, as there are many worse eggs than her knocking about the metrop, I had consented blithely. But I give you my honest word that if I had had the foggiest notion of what I was letting myself in for, not even a nephew’s devotion would have kept me from giving her the raspberry. A deuce of a job it had been, taxing the physique to the utmost. I don’t wonder now that all these author blokes have bald heads and faces like birds who have suffered. — P.G. Wodehouse

His heaven is like himself: strange, interesting, astonishing, grotesque. I give you my word, it has not a single feature in it that he actually values. It consists
utterly and entirely
of diversions which he cares next to nothing about, here in the earth, yet is quite sure he will like them in heaven. Isn’t it curious? Isn’t it interesting? You must not think I am exaggerating, for it is not so. I will give you details. — Mark Twain

That present sucked,» I muttered.
Dad slipped an arm around my shoulder and helped me sit up. As he did, his sleeve fell back to reveal several slivers of demonglass embedded in his forearm.
«I’m fine,» he said before I could ask. «Cal can get them out later. Are you all right?»
My shoulder was still on fire, but there was no pain anywhere else, and other than the shock of being blown backward and stabbed, I was peachy. «I think so. What was that, like a magic pipe bomb?»
The present lay in tatters on the floor, its ribbon coiling and snapping like a snake. Cal stomped on the ribbon, and it went still. «Seems like it,» he said grimly.
«And it was ensorcelled to seek you out,» Dad added. He looked so worried and angry that I decided not to give him a hard time for using a word like ensorcelled. — Rachel Hawkins

Whoa, whoa, whoa,» Mark said. «It couldn’t have been that long. It happened to us just a few days ago.» «I don’t like it … when people doubt my words,» Jed said, his tone changing drastically in the middle of his sentence. It suddenly turned threatening. «How can you sit there and accuse me of lying? Why would I lie about such a thing? I’ve tried to make peace with you, give you a second chance in this life, and this is how you repay me?» His voice had risen in volume with every passing word until he was shouting, his body trembling. «It … it makes my head hurt.» Mark could tell Alec was about to explode, so he quickly reached over and squeezed his arm. «Don’t,» he whispered. «Just don’t.» Then he returned his attention to Jed. «No, listen, please. It’s not like that. We just want to understand. Our village had the … — James Dashner

Dear God, your Word has made what you require of us so perfectly clear: you desire a clean heart and loving obedience. Purify my heart by removing all iniquity from my life by the power of your Holy Spirit. I desire to be wholly transformed by your indwelling presence. I want to be with you every moment, and ask that you would give me the happy satisfaction of being used by you. Amen. — Andrew Murray

I put my head on his shoulder
‘Wh-what are you doing?’ he yells, shoving me away from him with wide eyes.
‘I was giving you a hug!’ I say.
‘Y-you-!’
‘Pff. D’you really think I’d do that? I’m trying to keep warm, idiot. You’re like my overgrown Furby.’
‘I’m in a human form, not my kytaen!’
‘Tomayto, tomahto.’ I come close to him.
He pushes me away. ‘You shouldn’t be doing that!’
‘What’s the problem? You said you’re my tool, right? Well, I’m cold, tool of mine, so why don’t you calm the hell down and give me some of that sweet, sweet warmth?’
‘Don’t touch me!’
‘I’m starting to think you’re self-conscious in this form. You let me cuddle you in your other-‘
‘We did not cuddle!’ he shouts.
I manage a grin. ‘Would you prefer I use a different word? Snuggle, maybe? — Giselle Simlett

I have been asked what I mean by my word of honor. I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls — walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground — there is the possibility that in some way or another I may escape; but stand me on the floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of the circle? No. Never! I’d die first! — Karl G. Maeser

Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill me
I’m out the gutter, pick a hero
I’m 165 and staying high til I die, my competion’s zero
Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck
Or I’ll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck
I’m sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It’s gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggaz know I ain’t the one to sleep on, I’m under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser
Word to God I’ve been ready to die since I was born
I don’t want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it’s on
Open fire on my adversaries, don’t even worry
Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried — 2Pac

One last word,» I said in my horrible English, «are you quite, quite sure that
well, not tomorrow, of course, and not after tomorrow , but
well
some day, any day, you will not come live with me? I will create a new God and thank him with piercing cries, if you give me that microscopic hope.»
«No,» she said smiling, «no.»
«It would have made all the difference,» said Humbert Humbert. — Vladimir Nabokov

I know the Muslim psychology. It is all pomposity and bravado. I give you my word that if Islam is ridiculed publicly and systematically, it will be defeated. Shame is a great motivator as well as deterrent. Do not underestimate the power of ridicule. This is serious stuff not a laughing matter. — Ali Sina

I will give you my definition of a nation, and you can add the adjective ‘Jewish.’ A Nation is, in my mind, an historical group of men of a recognizable cohesion held together by a common enemy. Then, if you add to that the word ‘Jewish’ you have what I understand to be the Jewish nation. — Theodor Herzl

Kids are tough sometimes. There are moments when I’m so frustrated and don’t feel like we understand each other. When I hit a moment like this and words of aggravation are on the tip of my tongue, this is what I say to myself:
You have been given the unbelievable honor of taking care of and loving the next generation of people. Your work with them is hands down the most important work you’ll ever do. Think about how many people these children will come in contact with in their life time. The messages and love you give them or don’t give them will be your voice in the future. Think about that when you’re aggravated or tired. Every word you speak over them matters. Your voice and the unspoken energy you’re sending them are more powerful than you can possibly imagine. Speak to them as if they are Kings and Queens and you are on stage in front of thousands of people -because that’s how they deserve to be treated.
Give them the best of you. — Brooke Hampton

Listen to me you piece of shit, if you ever give the press information about me, my parents or even breathe a word about me to anyone ever again, I swear to god I will make it my mission to make your life a living hell. And, believe me I’ll do it with a smile on my face the whole time. You’re a worthless excuse for a Detective and everyone here knows it. You’ve screwed your way to the top and backstabbed Gena to get into your Captain’s good books. Well look around you honey, you’re a real star. No one stopped Gena or me taking you on. I’ve currently got you in a hold, where I could snap your neck if I wanted to, and not one person is stepping forward to help you. Yeah, you’ve really made it. — Stephanie Carovella to Sandra Barton — Nina D’Angelo

I can give you my word of honor.» «And pray what may be the value of that?» inquired the amused Regent. «Monsieur, it is worth its weight in gold. — Ambrose Bierce

And in that I cannot send unto you all my businesses in writing, I despatch these present bearers fully informed in all things, to whom it may please you to give faith and credence in what they shall say unto you by word of mouth. — Owen Glendower

By your father’s word has your life been given to me to protect. Now do I give you my life in return, yours to keep until the day I die.
Falon to Shanelle — Johanna Lindsey

It is too ironical to bear, but I give you my word that valorous people require far more protec-tion than meets the eye. — J.D. Salinger

I love the pink that creeps up your cheeks when I say something dirty. The way your pussy throbs when I mention what I’m going to do to you later, and you wiggle in your seat trying to control it. So yeah, I guess I do like watching you flustered. You sit and give your attention to the waiter, trying to pretend you’re listening to whatever he’s saying instead of thinking of me feeding you my cock later, but we both know you didn’t hear one word he said. Hell I didn’t hear one word watching you, just knowing what you were thinking about. — Vi Keeland

Your harem. They exist to serve you. They give you sons.» She spat the word out. «What do you do for them?»
They are — It is different. It is like the man who carries my stool. I neither like nor dislike him. He is there to serve a purpose. — Kiersten White

Michelle: Phone. That had to be my phone waking me up. My hand swept across the nightstand until it found the vibrating hunk of silicone. «Hello.»
«Michelle, It’s Gordon from the Cobb County Sheriff’s Office. We need you to deal with some illegally bred magical creatures.»
The sound of barking and shouting followed his voice.
«What are they?»
«We don’t know. I can tell you what they look like. Henri was one of the responding and he’s never heard of these things. I think they’re new.»
Blech. I rolled out of bed to start getting dressed. Henri was an old vampire. I’m not sure how old. But old enough to take his word on something like this.
«Gordon, tell me what these things look like.»
«I’d say someone found the stupidest chihuahua in the city and then did something to give it wings and magic.»
«Great! How do I get there?» I wrote down the address and a few directions. «That’s the mayor’s place, isn’t it?
«Yep and he’s not happy. — N.E. Conneely

I have never thought you weren’t good enough for me. The fear I always had, deep down in my heart, is that I’m not good enough for you.»
Murmurs of astonishment rippled through the room but he didn’t seem to notice.
«You see, I was never the one who could make you laugh.» He glanced at Lawrence, then back at her.
«I was never the one who made coronets of rosebuds for your hair and told you that you were pretty.»
He swallowed hard, and his chin lifted a notch, telling her as clearly as any word how difficult it was for him to reveal himself this way.
«I always wanted to say those things, do those things, but I couldn’t, for a gentleman is not supposed to behave that way. A gentleman is not supposed to fall in love with the chef’s daughter. But right now, today, I don’t give a damn what gentlemen do. I’m just a man, and the only thing I care about is you. — Laura Lee Guhrke

I don’t kick a man when he’s down, unless I’m the one who put him down in the first place. I don’t put him down unless he deserves it. And I don’t break my word if I give it. So I’ll give you my word. — Nora Roberts

This whole, crazy fucking business can be reduced to one little word, one word explains it all. I’m going to give you the benefit of my experience and share that word with you, buck. It’s revenge…. Them studio execs, agents, producers, they’re all sweaty, unpopular, bitter little fucks, and now it’s their turn. They get to make all of us golden boys and girls jump through hoops. They decide who’s popular and who isn’t, who’s pretty and who isn’t, who gets their phone calls returned and who doesn’t. They make us grovel, submit, suck up to them. They’re getting back at us, man. It means more to them than the money, the fame, the glamor, having power over guys like me…. It’s what they live for. — David Handler

He is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen and it’s not about his face, but the life force I can see in him. It’s the smile and the pure promise of everything he has to offer. Like he’s saying, ‘Here I am world, are you ready for so much passion and beauty and goodness and love and every other word that should be in the dictionary under the word life?’ Except this boy is dead, and the unnaturalness of it makes me want to pull my hair out with Tate and Narnie and Fitz and Jude’s grief all combined. It makes me want to yell at the God that I wish I didn’t believe in. For hogging him all to himself. I want to say, ‘You greedy God. Give him back. I needed him here. — Melina Marchetta

FATHER, no matter how difficult the words of the Bible seem to be, help me to make decisions that are in accordance with your Word. Help me, Holy Spirit, to understand how your Word applies to every aspect of my life so that I will not be tempted to turn away as others have done. Remind me daily that you alone have the words that give eternal life. — Cheri Fuller

The good people who are publishing this book have a concern that they have expressed to me. The concern is that readers like yourself will read my history of the Baudelaire orphans and attempt to imitate some of the things they do. So at this point in the story, in order to mollify the publishers — the word ‘mollify’ here means ‘get them to stop tearing their hair out in worry’ — please allow me to give you a piece of advice, even though I don’t know anything about you. The piece of advice is as follows: If you ever need to get to Curdled Cave in a hurry, do not, under any circumstances, steal a boat and attempt to sail across Lake Lachrymose during a hurricane, because it is very dangerous and the chance of your survival are practically zero. — Lemony Snicket

I made decaf,» he said. «Caffeine isn’t good for you.»
«Thank you, Mama Lane.»
He made a face at her. «Tate and I used to share everything. Let him go off in a snit. I’ll share his baby. If he doesn’t come back, I’ll appropriate it, and you.»
«That’s one area where all your commando skills will fail, dear man,» she said affectionately. «I like you very much, and you can be baby’s godfather. But I’m raising this child myself.»
«Godfather.» He was savoring the word when the toast popped up.
«Bad choice of words,» she murmured. «I wouldn’t want to give you any bad ideas. I don’t want my child outfitted in a fedora and a machine gun.»
«Commando godfathers are a different breed.»
«Black bags and camo gear aren’t much better,» she informed him.
«Spoilsport. Where’s your sense of adventure?»
«Hanging in the shower trying to dry out. — Diana Palmer

But my point, Mattie — if I have a point, Mattie — is this: kind of try to live up to the best that’s in you. If you give your word to people, let them know that they’re getting the word of the best. If you room with some dopey girl at college, try to make her less dopey. If you’re standing outside a theater and some old gal comes up selling gum, give her a buck if you’ve got a buck — but only if you can do it without patronizing her. That’s the trick, baby.’ -Last Day of the Last Furlough — J.D. Salinger

What did you tell the queen?»
«I told Inisha about you.»
«What, exactly?»
He hesitated. «I’m afraid to say.»
«I want you to.»
«You might leave.»
«I won’t.»
He stayed silent.
She said, «I give you my word.»
«I told her that I belong to you, and no other. I said that I was sorry. — Marie Rutkoski

Nookie.» I giggle because the word itself is funny but hearing her say it makes it even more so. «I’m going to give you some advice because you’re still a new wife — and because my son can be a little shit at times. I know; I’m his mum.» She looks around as though she’s about to reveal top-secret information. «Nookie equals power and there’s a reason he wants it from you all the time. It levels the playing field. Don’t like something he’s doing? Take the nookie away. Get the results you want. Need him to see things your way but he refuses? Withhold the nookie and he’ll make the fastest attitude adjustment you’ve ever seen. Want your husband to retire because he’s going to work himself into an early grave and miss his grandchildren growing up the way he missed his kids? Close the gates of nookie and get your husband home with you instead of burying him. That’s how you work it, darling. You use the power of the nookie to get the results you want. — Georgia Cates

He is a part of me, always will be, and I am a part of him, too. I don’t belong to Abnegation, or Dauntless, or even the Divergent. I don’t belong to the Bureau or the experiment or the firnge. I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me- they, and the love and loyalty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could. I love my brother. I love him, and he is quaking with terror at the though of death. I love him and all I can think, all I can hear in my mind, are the words I said to him a few days ago : I would never deliver you to your own execution — Veronica Roth

Jack, I know I’m not perfect, but I’m really hoping you’re not ready to give up on me yet. I don’t have gifts or love letters or anything like you had. But what I can give you is my word, my promise, my vow to you. Which I will back up with actions, by the way. — J. Sterling

Does this mean that men evolve faster than women do, would we ever live in an integrated society where the sexes would be equal? The bewildered self is unchanging. Men are unchanging when it comes top sex. Inertia. That would be the first word to describe my personality. Frightened and confused when it comes to sex, sensuality and the sexual transaction. Men will give you money to go away. Men do not want you to make trouble for them. I poured myself into After Leaving Mr Mackenzie. I poured myself into Jean Rhys’ novels and I saw more than sadness, suffering, losing youth there. I saw human rights. The men perhaps had all the power because they had the money but who was the greater, the woman or the man with her beguiling attractiveness, her youthful appeal, her attractiveness. — Abigail George

So I will wait, because I would rather wait for you than waste my time with someone who isn’t you. And I will focus on the long game. As they say in baseball, losing game one and even game two is no reason to give up on the whole series. When you’re ready, if you’re ever ready, give me the word. — Gabrielle Zevin

I limped forward, sidestepping Rafe’s efforts to stop me. I kept a safe distance but looked sternly at Griz. «Put your hands behind your back. Now.»
He eyed me uncertainly, but then slowly did as I instructed. «Good,» I said. «Now, after they tie you up, you must give me your word you won’t try to escape, and if Kaden should try, you must promise that you’ll strike him down.»
«How would I do that with my hands tied?» he asked.
«I don’t care how you do it. Fall on him. That should stop him. Do I have your word?»
He nodded. — Mary E. Pearson

When Alex leaves a little later, Carlos steps forward. «Need help?»
I shake my head.
«Are you ever gonna talk to me again? Dammit, Kiara, enough with the silent treatment. I’d rather have you say your little two-word sentences than stop talkin’ altogether. Hell, just flip
me off again.»
I toss my backpack in the backseat and start the engine.
«Where are you goin’?» Carlos asks, stepping in front of my car.
I beep.
«I’m not movin’,» he says.
My response is another beep. It’s not an intimidating, deep beep like most cars, but it’s the best my car can give.
He places both hands on the hood.
«Move,» I say.
He moves all right. With pantherlike quickness, Carlos jumps through the open passenger window, feet first.
«You should get the door fixed,» he says. — Simone Elkeles

In life I will fall, I will backslide, but mark my word I will never give up. — Jonathan Anthony Burkett