Patricia Briggs Quotes - Page 9

No-pocket jeans are only slightly less irritating than thong underwear.

Over the years, she'd learned not to question him to closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.

You okay now ?" he asked. "Okay." He tightened his arms and lifted me off my feet. "Mercy?" he growled into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist. " Yeah" , I said. "Me too.

The Elders were closer to the Maker of All Things and should be deferred to whenever they made their will known.

All change brings bad things and good things to replace the bad and good things that were before. It is natural to look back and say it was better before—but that does not make it true. Different is not worse. It is just different.

I liked Lost in Space,” Stefan said. “The movie or the TV series?” “The movie? Right. I had forgotten about the movie,” he said soberly. “It was better that way.

I would slay dragons for you,” he told her. “I suspect that finding an unoccupied bedroom will be easier.

I give you Mercedes Athena Thompson, our newest member." Much awkwardness ensued.

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.

When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was.

Any idiot can put up a website.

I like that people can just look at you and know that you are taken, that you are mine.” He closed his eyes and laughed. “And yes, I know that sentiment is at the top of the Women’s Liberation Movement’s list of things not to say to a modern woman

Mmm, he rumbled into my ear. I thought that being married meant that I never go to bed hungry.

Death is not such a bad thing. What would be a bad thing would be living without challenges. Without knowing defeat, we cannot know what victory is. There is no life without death.

Usually the people I do know are sufficient to spawn any number of nightmares without inventing any.

I don't break; I bounce.

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

Not that I'd really been planning on keeping the attack secret; it had just been an option I'd wanted to keep open if I could.

If you leave me naked and waiting on the bed without making love to me, I’ll—” I didn’t get to finish the threat. I think it was the word “naked,” though maybe it was “bed,” but before I finished my sentence, he was on me. Mercy to Adam

The cool thing about writing is that there is really never a typical day. Sometimes I get a rhythm going and head off to work every morning and come home at night. Sometimes I'll write for two days straight and then be utterly blank for the next two.

My father always said that too many words cheapened the value of a man's speech.

She open her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his figures continued playing with out pause.

Adam swore harshly. "New werewolves are dangerous, woman. Especially when they are cold and hungry." He looked at Mac, and his voice changed completely, the heat and anger gone, "Mercy, come here." I didn't look down to see what he'd noticed in Mac's face. I took a step, but Mac was wrapped around my left leg. I stopped before I fell. "Uhm. I'm a little stuck for the moment.