#karen

Legend claimed Berserkers could move with such speed that they seemed invisible to the human eye until the moment they attacked. They possessed unnatural senses: the olfactory acuity of a wolf, the auditory sensitivity of a bat, the strength of twenty men, the penetrating eyesight of an eagle. The Berserkers had once been the most fearless and feared warriors ever to walk Scotland nearly seven hundred years ago. They had been Odin's elite Viking army. Legend claimed they could assume the shape of a wolf or a bear as easily as the shape of a man. And they were marked by a common feature-unholy blue eyes that glowed like banked coals. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#grimm #karen-marie-moning #to-tame-a-highland-warrior #men

As she entered the room, she halted abruptly. "Oh, my," she murmured. Somehow she'd managed to forget there were three men in her home, so consumed had she been with thoughts of Grimm. They gathered near the fire, while several maids cleared dozens of platters and dishes from the massive table centered in the Greathall. Yesterday, safe behind the balustrade, Jillian had been struck by how tall and broad the three of them were. Today, standing only a few feet from them, she felt like a dwarf willow in a forest of mighty oaks. Each man stood at least a foot taller than she did. It was downright intimidating to a woman who was not easily intimidated. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #to-tame-a-highland-warrior #men

Se há tantas cabeças quantas são as maneiras de pensar, há de haver tantos tipos de amor quantos são os corações. ↗

— Liev Tolstói

#inspirational #love #tolstoi #inspirational

It isn't the past which holds us back, it's the future; and how we undermine it, today. ↗

— Viktor E. Frankl

#inspirational #karen-salmansohn #inspirational

All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#beauty #charm #diversity #leo-tolstoy #beauty

I stared back at him, trying to think of a way to explain how I'd eradicated the word "want" from my vocabulary long ago and replaced it with "need." It made life so much easier that way, blowing away all the unnecessary and distracting clutter from a life of purpose, much like I imagined a storm sweeping away anything not strong enough to withstand the struggle. ↗

— Karen White

#the-beach-trees #imagination

I wish I could change things for you, make it so this all doesn't have to hurt so much. But that's the point, isn't it? That one day we'll find that the pain we suffered was worth it. ↗

— Karen White

#the-lost-hours #change

Anna Karenina is sheer perfection as a work of art. No European work of fiction of our present day comes anywhere near it. Furthermore, the idea underlying it shows that it is ours, ours, something that belongs to us alone and that is our own property, our own national 'new word'or, at any rate, the beginning of it. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#dostoyevsky #tolstoy #art

Here in the last minutes, the very end of the world, someone's tightening a screw thinner than an eyelash, someone with slim wrists is straightening flowers... ↗

— James Richardson

#karen-thompson-walker #the-age-of-miracles #age

What are the tales?" Adrienne asked wryly. "His exploits are legendary!" "His conquests are legion. 'Tis rumored he's traveled the world accompanied by only the most beautiful lasses." "'Tis said there isna a comely lass in all of Scotia he hasna tumbled" "in England, too!" "and he canna recall any of their names." "He is said to have godlike beauty, and a practiced hand in the fine art of seduction." "He is fabulously wealthy and rumors say his castle is luxurious beyond compare." Adrienne blinked. "Wonderful. A materialistic, unfaithfill, beautiful playboy of a self-indulged, inconsiderate man with a bad memory. And he's all mine. Dear sweet God, what have I done to deserve this?" she wondered aloud. Twice, she brooded privately. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#beyond-the-highland-mist #karen-marie-moning #art