Caraval Quotes Novels & Stories

How selfish and inconsiderate can you be to throw a party while people suffer? "Cease the frown on your brow, my dear. It ruins your beauty. I understand your sentiment but there's nothing we can do but let those assigned do their duty." Carmilla said as she stood beside Ruby. "But I can do something. I should be out there fighting with my soldiers and not dancing with some strangers."

Her face gets warm a bit with the weather and those unavoidable eyes of Damien. She simply watches him with that same confident smirk, as if daring him to say more. He moves a step closer, his eyes gleaming with admiration. **You know,** he signs, **as Oscar Wilde said—'You can never be overdressed or overeducated.' You, Carol, are both.** Carol laughs silently, her shoulders shaking with amusement. She leans back against her bike, signing with a wink: **Careful, Damien. You keep talking like that, and you’ll fall in love with me.**

“You all are the same.” “Hey, I’m just saying.” He leaned forward and grinned. “I bet you wouldn’t be short of offers since the caveman isn’t here.” I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting my smile. “The caveman thing is really sticking, huh?” “You have no idea.” Carl’s eyes twinkled.

Vivian rolled her eyes sarcastically and Evelyn whispered something to her, her frowned lips gradually rose into a full grin. * "Will you shut up!" Cara yelled at her assistant for the third time. Since after the auction, Coco wouldn't stop squealing and jumping around giggling like a kid. "It's like you guys are fated to be with each other," she gushed. Cara cringed. The telephone in her office rang.

I release her hand and focus my attention on the entertainment flyers papering the light pole, while we wait for the green light to switch to red. "Why, then?" Carla rummages through her purse and produces a lip balm, which she swipes across her lips. A taxicab slows in front of us, honks its horn. I wave it away, then turn to Carla. Her eyes are still a bit glassy from alcohol. "Because," I start, my voice an octave lower than before. "A gentleman always wants to show a woman that she's valuable and worthy of respect." "Thanks for tonight." She says.

Carol(to Eva): "Love can you please send the latest collection to the palace. I will try and chose some. The trial room here is good but it's a bit tacky. Not according to my taste you see." Damn, she is one of the plastic mean girls. Eva: "Ummm..sure Carol I will send them" Carol; "Thanks love and bye babe" She winked and went. Sam: "God Eva why do you allow her. She always insults you." Eva: "Sam they are fairies and she is a fairy princess. We need them." Casie: "Sam why she said she is your ex?" Sam: "Because she is and I don't want to talk about her"

I reply smoothly. “Something flattering,” Fabiano corrects. “I said you look like you belong to the sea.” Her cheeks flush. “That’s… nice.” “Nice?” he gasps, clutching his chest. “Carina, that’s an insult to poetry!” “Enough,” I snapped lightly. “We’re here for drinks, not an audition for The Bachelor: Italian Edition.” He snorts. “You’re no fun, fratello.” “Fun is overrated.” At the bar, Fabiano uncorks a bottle with a flourish. The smoky scent of aged whiskey fills the air.

“Go on and laugh all you want.” “I am not laughing at you,” Caro said. “I was just laughing at the kind of mindset your sugar daddy had.”

I’d barely taken two sips of wine when Lord Carrow, human embodiment of inherited arrogance, decided to bless us with his voice. “To old laws,” he said, smiling like the toast itself was a sermon. “To blood untainted, to purity preserved, to His Majesty’s mercy—” I raised my glass. “And to the extinction of bad speeches.” You could’ve heard a mouse choke. Kael didn’t move, which was either restraint or entertainment. Hard to tell with him. Carrow, bless his tiny pride, turned to me with a condescending smile. “You mock what you cannot comprehend, wolf.”

What's with me and bumping into people today. Carol: watch where you're going? Me : same thing applies to you pumpkin pie She scoffed Carol: don't you dare call me that Me :don't you dare raise your tone at me Carol: and what if I do Me : then you'll understand the real meaning of having a taste of your own cake She chuckled Carol: in your dreams girl She tried to walk past me but I grabbed her hand and twisted it badly. She gave a yell, but I covered her mouth and pushed her forward.