Movie Arthur Quotes Novels & Stories

“What the hell’s so funny?” “Nothing,” Arthur says, still grinning. “Just thinking about the irony of power. You know, it is all an illusion. You have it today because someone gave it to you, you can just as well lose it because someone wants you to.” “Let’s go,” Bethany says, still smirking. “We’re done here.” “Daisy, Quinn,” Arthur calls, “in the car.” Daisy huffs, storming back, her shoulders hunched though.

“You know what Shakespeare said, ‘All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players’.” I looked at him quizzically. “Life is like a play,” Arthur continued. “It all depends on acting skills.” “So you’re just pretending?” I was stunned. There had to be more to it than that. There just had to be. “Of course.” Arthur said and nodded, “I am just a stripper after all.” “...!” “Oh my God, your acting skills are unbelievable! You must be the best stripper in the world!” I couldn’t help giving Arthur a thumbs up. “You know, you would make a great movie star!”

It will fail if neglected. It will fail if rushed. It might fail anyway. But it is chosen. — On the journey home, Arthur is quiet. The road stretches before us, dusty and imperfect. “I was so sure,” he says finally, “that the world would collapse the first time we tested it.” “And?” I ask. “And it bent,” he says. “It hurt. But it didn’t break.” He looks at his hands—empty, scarred, human. “I didn’t save anyone.” I smile faintly. “You stayed.”

He leaned back in his chair, stealing another strawberry from her plate, popping it in his mouth. Luna smiled and shook her head, "You are cute." Luna rolled her eyes at his words, knowing well he was in a playful mood today, "It's nothing like that baby, You are handsome. Very handsome, Most handsome. Now, happy?" Arthur grinned, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Yes," he replied in an exaggerated way. "That's all I'd ever wanted in life; to be praised, loved, and called handsome by my wonderful wife- I can finally die in peace!" he said dramatically, flopping back in his chair in a theatrical fashion.

(Audrey's POV) I sat motionless in the room, the stark white walls closing in as I watched Arthur pace like a caged beast before me. His face was pale, his lips trembling as if he couldn’t decide whether to speak or scream. The weight of my words hung heavy in the air like a blade ready to drop. "So, Arthur," I began, my voice colder than I had ever known it to be, "you want to know what truly killed our pup? Fine. Let me enlighten you."

I said, turning to Arthur with a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes, "I could fall in love with someone here and forget all about you." Arthur smirked, his green eyes dancing with amusement. "In this mental institution? I'm not sure you'd want to fall in love with someone from a loony bin." "Are you saying I'm mental?" "Well, I do have a thing for crazy omega's." I punched him in the chest, probably harder than I intended. He staggered back dramatically, clutching his heart like I'd delivered a mortal wound. Despite everything, I laughed. "My men will take your things to the dormitory," Arthur said, recovering from his theatrical death scene. "If you need anything, I'm one call away."

The Brother’s Departure "Enough!" Julian Vance had reached his breaking point. He watched the performance with a mixture of nausea and disbelief, his finger trembling as he pointed at the woman in Arthur’s arms. "Can't you see she’s acting? What has blinded you so completely? Arthur, you've lost your mind. You're goddamn blind!" Arthur’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with a dark, defiant light. "Fine. Then I’m happy to be blind. Are you satisfied now?" Julian’s face went white with rage. "You're disgusting, Arthur. Truly disgusting."

He’s a pariah. "Now," Lucian says. We move through the crowd. People part for Lucian like the Red Sea. Arthur is staring at the floor, his shoulders slumped, until Lucian’s shadow falls over him. "Alpha Blackwood," Lucian says. The name sounds like an insult coming from him. Arthur looks up, a desperate, practiced smile plastered on his face. "Lord Lucian. Thank you for seeing me. I was hoping we could discuss the—" Arthur stops. His words die in his throat.

Simon nearly screamed in my face, his voice breaking towards the end. It felt like I had been doused in cold water at his words, no matter how stubborn I wanted to be, I knew that I couldn’t ignore the fact that he had just saved me, but the way he had called my name, I didn’t want to accept it. He didn’t get to call me like that if he was hell bent on acting like a dick. “I would have been fine, Arthur.” The game left a bitter taste in my mouth and I turned around, throwing one last look at the wolf on the floor that flies were starting to gather before attempting to walk away.

She felt even more useless failing every time she was close to success. “ Do you know why I spared you last time you pulled that drug stunt on me “ Arthur asked and a shocked look appeared on her face. “ You knew?” She asked and he laughed, “ of course I just wanted to see how far you'd go with your obsession” he said and flicked his wrist as two shadow guards walked in and held her.