Цитатник Рыжей: "Стальное Сердце" Брендон Сандерсон

Кто не любит хорошие выдержки? Все любят! Спешу поделиться =)

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– Твой отец верил в лучшее в людях, – сказал Проф. – Можешь называть это глупостью, но я не стал бы его винить.

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Иногда, сынок, даже героям нужна помощь.

Цитатник Рыжей: Bad Romeo by Leisa Rayven

Пусть этот роман и не стал для меня идеальным, но очень понравился, а некоторые моменты так просто привели в восторг. Так что, спешу ими поделиться =)

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“So, no deep, dark secrets you want to share with me then?” he asks.

“No. Apart from accidentally stealing a Pooh Bear pencil sharpener when I was five, I’m completely average in every way. Haven’t you noticed?”

“No, I haven’t.” His eyes are doing that annoying intense thing again. “I did notice one remarkable thing about you.”

I cock an eyebrow. “Really? And what might that be?”

He takes my hand, then pushes our palms together while he aligns our fingers.

The same heat we shared in the auditions flares, and for a moment I think he’s going to say something about our amazing connection.

Instead he says, “You have freakishly large man hands.”

Excuse me?! “I do not have man hands!”

“Yeah, you do. I noticed them when we did the mirror exercise. Look at them.”

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“You are such a butthead.”
“And you’re being evasive. Answer the question.”
“Why do you care if I’m”—I want to shock him by saying the “F” word, but I just can’t push it past my lips—”dating him?”
“I don’t. Just curious. You two looked pretty friendly earlier. In fact, it looked like he was going to feel you up in front of the whole class.”
“God, you’re disgusting.”
“Just answer the question.”
“No!”
“‘No,’ you’re not dating him, or ‘no,’ you won’t answer the question.”
“Both.”
“Well, that’s impossible. If it’s ‘no’ to the first you’re automatically saying ‘yes’ to the second.”
“Stop. Talking.” My face is white-hot.
“So is your answer to my original question ‘no’ or not?”
“No, my answer isn’t ‘no.’”
“No?”
“No!” Dammit, now I’m confused as to what exactly I’m saying “no” to.

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Dear Diary,

Today is my birthday.

Yep. Nineteen years of trying to be everything to everyone and ending up as no one to myself.

How the hell did this happen?