quotes
quotes that stuck with me from childhood
lessons from Durnik the blacksmith to Garion who would turn out to be a king
"Always finish what you set you hand to," he would advise. "It's bad for the iron if you set it aside and then take it back to the fire more than is needful."
"Why is that?" Garion would ask.
Durnik would shrug. "It just is."
"Always do the very best job you can," he said on another occasion as he put a last few finishing touches with a file on the metal parts of a wagon tongue he was repairing.
"But that piece goes underneath," Garion said. "No one will ever see it."
"But *I* know it's there," Durnik said, still smoothing the metal. "If it isn't done as well as I can do it, I'll be ashamed every time I see this wagon go by - and I see the wagon every day."
Pawn of Prophecy - Book one of the Belgariad - David Eddings
An image/feeling that actually made me want to be beautiful (when my reason doesn't rise above such nonsense)
For a few sizzling moments, Nick forgot how to breathe.
"Surprised" was far too bland a word to describe what he felt as he watched Hayley Jerome move toward his table with a graceful, hip-swaying walk. "Stunned" was closer to the mark, but even that didn't capture the depth of his reaction.
Not even in his dreams...
Her fair hair was done up in a sensual riot of curls, swirls, and tendrils. The artlessly elegant style hinted that she'd either just tumbled out of a bed or was the kind of coiffure that made a man's fingers itch to touch and tousle.
Her face was porcelain-pale and powdered, dominated by shimmering, shadowed eyes and an exquisitely defined, deeply rouged mouth. The eyes made promises. The mouth simply provoked.
And then there as Hayley's dress. It was a short, unadorned sluice of scarlet. The neckline was high, the sleeves were long, and the fabric caressed the lines of her body rather than clutching at them. Yet for all the apparent modesty of its styling, the overall effect of the garment was anything but demure.
~~
He let his own hands travel upward, relishing the moment when smooth material of Hayley's dress gave way to the even silkier texture of her skim. The garment that was so modestly styled in the front plunged to a deep V in the back, baring a creamy expanse of feminine flesh.
Red-Hot satin - Carole Buck
lessons from Durnik the blacksmith to Garion who would turn out to be a king
"Always finish what you set you hand to," he would advise. "It's bad for the iron if you set it aside and then take it back to the fire more than is needful."
"Why is that?" Garion would ask.
Durnik would shrug. "It just is."
"Always do the very best job you can," he said on another occasion as he put a last few finishing touches with a file on the metal parts of a wagon tongue he was repairing.
"But that piece goes underneath," Garion said. "No one will ever see it."
"But *I* know it's there," Durnik said, still smoothing the metal. "If it isn't done as well as I can do it, I'll be ashamed every time I see this wagon go by - and I see the wagon every day."
Pawn of Prophecy - Book one of the Belgariad - David Eddings
An image/feeling that actually made me want to be beautiful (when my reason doesn't rise above such nonsense)
For a few sizzling moments, Nick forgot how to breathe.
"Surprised" was far too bland a word to describe what he felt as he watched Hayley Jerome move toward his table with a graceful, hip-swaying walk. "Stunned" was closer to the mark, but even that didn't capture the depth of his reaction.
Not even in his dreams...
Her fair hair was done up in a sensual riot of curls, swirls, and tendrils. The artlessly elegant style hinted that she'd either just tumbled out of a bed or was the kind of coiffure that made a man's fingers itch to touch and tousle.
Her face was porcelain-pale and powdered, dominated by shimmering, shadowed eyes and an exquisitely defined, deeply rouged mouth. The eyes made promises. The mouth simply provoked.
And then there as Hayley's dress. It was a short, unadorned sluice of scarlet. The neckline was high, the sleeves were long, and the fabric caressed the lines of her body rather than clutching at them. Yet for all the apparent modesty of its styling, the overall effect of the garment was anything but demure.
~~
He let his own hands travel upward, relishing the moment when smooth material of Hayley's dress gave way to the even silkier texture of her skim. The garment that was so modestly styled in the front plunged to a deep V in the back, baring a creamy expanse of feminine flesh.
Red-Hot satin - Carole Buck