Stephen Lloyd Jones Quotes
Top 79 wise famous quotes and sayings by Stephen Lloyd Jones
Stephen Lloyd Jones Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Live your life like this. Constantly searching faces in the crowd, wondering which of them you can trust , which of them you can't.
He had been running ever since. Initially, because he was ashamed by the memories of what he had done; later, out of necessity.
Create a mould, and pour yourself in it. See what you want to be, and be. Don't fear the pain. Pain is good. Pain is price.
Her expression was distant and he was ashamed to find himself hunting for sings of pain in her features, some evidence of heartache.
Those were the black ears; the lost years. He had allowed himself to become the victim of events, rather than their master. [Jakab]
He might not have control of this situation, but the illusion of control was more pressing than its reality.
You want to run. I understand that. I do believe you almost found the courage just then, until cowardice unmanned you.
Whatever had arrived to save her had not spoken, had not announced itself with anything except the silent killing it brought.
She examined with curious detachment - so rare for her to feel anything these days - and discovered that what she felt was unease.
They were running for their lives, and when you ran for your life you had to do things, brutal things.
She stopped, and he knew she had caught herself, dismayed a what she had been about to reveal. [Nicole Dubois]
- I want to atone -
He couldn't of course. Nothing he did now could atone fully for what he had done. But he could do one thing. Just one thing.
He couldn't of course. Nothing he did now could atone fully for what he had done. But he could do one thing. Just one thing.
A few minutes later, he heard, floating down the hallway outside, the steady creak of bedsprings, a metronomic nightmare in the darkness.
She could not hope to overcome him, but if she could find a blade quickly enough, if she could open her wrists.
Not ignoble. Don't torture yourself over it. I can't change the past but I can, hopefully, ease your fears from the future.
He couldn't even remember her name any more. when, he caught himself wondering, had he started to forget?
Even now, over a half-century later, the engraved words stirred emotions in him he would rather not confront.
What protection could she have hoped to offer either of them? She couldn't even protect herself anymore.
even now, the building raised a conflicting set of emotions in her: memories of pain and loss, but also of healing and discovery.
The last begonias wilting in the chalet's hanging baskets laced the air with a lemon and cinnamon fragrance.
(...) Try not to speak ill of people in the future. You never know when they might be listening (...)
Yet she felt no horror at what she had witnessed, no nausea. their lives - and their deaths - had not mattered.
She nodded, knowing that he toyed with her, lightening her anguish, but she had no power in this exchange.
Somehow he's looked inside me and he's seen what lurks in there: that even in my grief, all I worry about is myself.
Decades of sorrow and loss, he had suffered. And all of them caused by this woman crouching in front of him with his blood on her lips.
Their touch triggered an electric spasm of agony. He felt the gushing warmth of blood on his fingers. [Charles Meredith]
The burden of that responsibility wicked the blood from hes stomach ans sent it crashing through her arteries,
What year was it now? He couldn't even say. But finally, the task to which he'd dedicated himself was done.
He did not think he was capable of falling in love who was insane, or paranoid, or confused. So where did that leave him?
Stop thinking. Son't hesitate. Act. The mantra has served her tolerably so far. Looking into the future would improvise her if she allowed it.
In all his years he had not seen one as ancient as this, so obviously belonging to a world far older than his own.
They spoke of age and decay. Of atrophy and ruin. Of the inevitability of loss and the futility of hope.
And then a monstrous idea jumped into her head, a thought so ruthless and dark she almost fled from the contemplation of it.
Twice damned, in truth, and yet by quirk of timing and fate accepted into that society denied to so many others.
He grinned, the skin of his mouth streching far wider that it should have done, exposing teeth as far back as his molar.
Do I even want this burden any more? Probably not, I'm too old, too tired. And what, after all. have I achieved in all this time?