Top 100 Quotes About Lia
#1. The day had been a slowly closing door. The rest of the world moved on out into the stream of life, while I was left stranded and forgotten on the riverbank, at low tide.
Lia Mills
#2. It wasn't good when love and war came together to visit.
Lia Davis
#3. Sylvie wishes the anti-depressants had been around when she was in her early twenties, not only to rescue her from the dark tunnels that came when her brother first got sick, but also to keep her from fucking all those assholes.
Francesca Lia Block
#4. It's not like I enjoy introducing myself as a creature from beyond the grave.
Lia Habel
#5. She was the one person he'd hoped to avoid as much as possible when he'd taken his place as Sheriff of Maxville. It wasn't that he disliked her, that was the problem. Despite his better judgment and a glutton for punishment, he still cared too damn much for the woman.
Lia Davis
#6. What might not be there are the chances you have right now. If you can hold on another hour, another day - if you can live one more good, honorable minute - those are the victories. And they open up the whole world.
Lia Habel
#8. You know he's full of crap, right?" Chas spoke up.
"Grade A, gourmet crap," Coalhouse agreed.
Lia Habel
#9. In a seperate cloth pouch I found little bottles of shampoo and soap and a toothbrush and the like,as well as a tiny brown glass vial of perfumed oil. It smelled of violets and chocolate.
Yeah,like I needed the zombies to find me any more delicious.That'd be like a cow wearing eau de gravy.
Lia Habel
#10. Something that chemistry supplies are very good for." When he gave me an odd look, I unwrapped a Bunsen burner and twirled it in the light. "Making bombs.
Lia Habel
#11. Spun sugar clouds and extraterrestrial crystal vintage T-birds flying through space, morning-glory girls swinging from star-hung vines in cosmic gardens.
Francesca Lia Block
#13. She stands, her skirt taking a moment to fall down her leg, and I follow her, because right now she's my white rabbit...
Lia Hills
#14. Well, Dr. Elpinoy will never admit it, but he suffers from performance anxiety-"
"Oh, shut up, you old cad," Elpinoy said, finally uncrossing his arms.
Lia Habel
#15. But you're everything I want. Remember that. I love you, Lia. Not a title. And not because a piece of paper says I should. Because I do.
Mary E. Pearson
#16. Touring is a whole other animal for me and a whole other skill. But I'm having a lot of fun figuring all that out and switching it from internal to external and putting on a show.
Lia Ices
#17. I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
Francesca Lia Block
#18. Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.
Francesca Lia Block
#19. The night was a rush of steaming pasta, wet irises, Italian leathers, swaddled beggars, skulking boys, sulking girls, garbage piles, pretzel vendors.
Francesca Lia Block
#20. I'm a high-functioning basket case.
Lia Riley
#21. We try on different dresses, different selves, but our souls are always the same - ongoing, full of light.
Francesca Lia Block
#22. I was surprised by the growl that wanted to well up in my throat ... I told myself it was stress, not my illness's way of saying, Get your own take-out.
Lia Habel
#23. The fact that she made this beeline for me both warmed my soul and made me want to turn around, walk out the door, and find a cliff to fling myself off of.
Lia Habel
#24. with the limb, joined the others, Lia gasped. The three men stood talking in low voices for several minutes, and then they drew closer, heads down, slowly following her muddy footprint trail. Lia breathed into the sat phone, "Th-they're following
Lindsay McKenna
#25. I believe we recover from loss by facing the loss, grieving, going deep inside ourselves (hopefully with a guide) and re-emerging to live and love again.
Francesca Lia Block
#26. Lia caught sight of it immediately and glared at him. "You gave me your word. You swore you wouldn't tell him."
"I'm a mass murderer," he said pointedly. "Not exactly trustworthy.
M. Kane
#27. The girl was a walking garden. Flowers and vines had sprouted from within her very flesh, and were looped through hundreds of buttonholes and slits made in
Lia Habel
#28. Vespertine Mink? Is that you?"
The girl on the roof opposite lowered her lanterns and called back, "Pamela Roe?"
"Yeah, let's both let that sink in for a minute, it's a doozy!
Lia Habel
#29. His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door.
Lia Davis
#30. Graham let out another low growl as his eyes glowed with desire. Come Here!
Lia Davis
#31. I beg your forgiveness, Your Eminence. I would not truly feed your face to the hogs. It might make them sick.
Mary E. Pearson
#32. Bran's lips part. I glimpse his tongue and a slightly crooked incisor. These little details, I can't stop gathering them like a kid seeking fistfuls of dandelions.
Lia Riley
#33. No. No more surprises. No more secrets. Or so help me, I will rip off your own leg and beat you with it.
Lia Habel
#34. All the while I rattled off a long list of curses in the soundproofed room of my mind.
Lia Habel
#35. Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.
Francesca Lia Block
#36. Write with abandon and no constraints for first draft. Cut brutally and save in separate files on second draft. Add conflict; don't be afraid to make your characters suffer. Read what you love. Write what you love. Love.
Francesca Lia Block
#37. I think sitting behind a keyboard can be a security blanket.
Lia Ices
#38. As a youth I got my jollies by confronting my professors with facts that ran completely contrary to what they were trying to ram into our thick skulls. His expressions of bafflement and anger had never failed to amuse me.
Lia Habel
#39. You think so,hmm? It's on, then. Verbal pistols at dawn.
Lia Habel
#40. My mind couldn't fit itself around the shape of his absence.
Lia Mills
#42. If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you.
Francesca Lia Block
#43. I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to a monthly poetry periodical, and as a teenager I was introduced to Denise Levertov, who was an influence.
Francesca Lia Block
#44. Some people think you begin to grow up when you stop trying to figure out who you are.
Francesca Lia Block
#45. I recall his somber eyes during that last, private conversation. His eyes and his words, far too wise for a boy of ten: only time will tell, Lia.
In the end, I suppose it will.
Michelle Zink
#46. I glance at the red-stenciled words crossing my chest - HOLDEN CAULFIELD IS MY HOMEBOY.
Lia Riley
#47. What are you going to do if you find art, Pen? You going to steal some and put it in the van?"
"I'm going to remember. When there was art.
Francesca Lia Block
#48. He hissed and rocked his hips into her. "You like to bite?"
"I'm a cat, aren't I?
Lia Davis
#49. This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.
Francesca Lia Block
#51. What shall we do? All of us passionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, and watermelon hearts?
Francesca Lia Block
#52. He slid his hands around behind me and placed his fingers on my shoulder blades, touching the bones reverently, as if he had discovered wings.
Francesca Lia Block
#54. You're the ketchup to my fries."
"Here we say tomato sauce and chips."
"Doesn't have quite the same ring.
Lia Riley
#55. I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin - if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.
Francesca Lia Block
#56. Fun? "Katrina, I didn't request to be set up on a date. I can't go meet a complete stranger and ... ." he scanned the email again. " ... and spend the night with her?
Lia Davis
#58. I've ripped so many shameful secrets from my belly, held them out, covered in toxic grime for his inspection, but there's no reciprocity.
Lia Riley
#59. I let her ask the questions. Predictably, the main questions she had were 'What?' and 'Am I going to be on the menu?' Oh, and 'What?
Lia Habel
#60. You're about the stupidest thing on two legs.
Lia Habel
#61. A sudden intake of breath escaped her as soon as his lips touched the backs of her fingers. His rose birthmark tingled as if awakened.
Lia Davis
#62. She shouldn't encourage him, shouldn't be allowing him to kiss her, to touch her. He was a dragon, the son of Ares, and dangerous. Yet, she wanted more of him. No, she craved more. It was crazy. They just met.
Lia Davis
#65. His own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical subterranean place ... The voice seemed to make his whole body ache. Maybe it made him bleed inside. I wondered if it hurt, if it burned in his throat.
Francesca Lia Block
#66. West didn't want her to get hurt anymore. He wanted her to let go. He wanted her to appreciate her life. To know he loved her. All these things sounded so stupid to him when he imagined saying them and he knew she didn't want to hear them anyway. She wanted to hear one thing.
Francesca Lia Block
#67. Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Cherokee and Witch Baby and Slinkster Dog and Go-Go Girl and the puppies Pee Wee, Wee Wee, Teenie Wee, Tiki Tee, and Tee Pee were driving down Hollywood Boulevard on their way to the Tick Tock Tea Room for turkey platters.
Francesca Lia Block
#68. You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the laughing leaves. I think pearls melted over your bones.
Francesca Lia Block
#69. Her blond hair hung loose, cascading around her shoulders, and stopping over her breasts. She turned toward him, violet eyes meeting his gaze. For a moment, he lost all coherent thought.
Lia Davis
#70. I killed one! I stabbed it in the head with a parasol."
Even Nora couldn't find words for this revelation. Renfield was the first to comment. "I can't tell if that's the most inspiring thing I've ever heard of the most horrifying.
Lia Habel
#71. I'm giving into my tendency to want to blur and blend the lines between art and life, and privacy and sharing.
Lia Ices
#72. A voice entered her mind. "Get up and run." "Who are you?" "The Phoenix. We must go now.
Lia Davis
#73. I'm here for every bit of your life. The bad parts, the scary parts. And I vow to do all you ask of me that is fair ... even at the end." I knew I didn't have to elaborate; I could see that he'd gotten it, and that it moved him. "I do.
Lia Habel
#74. One of the best things about sex with a Banshee, however, is that she will make her needs known freely.
Francesca Lia Block
#75. for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above ground
for burned mermaids and sick vampire girls
for wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair
Francesca Lia Block
#76. The doc watched her go, and then said, very softly, "don't let it happen."
"Sorry?"
Samedi yanked his head back on, and once it was in place, looked at me very seriously. "Just ... don't let it happen."
He shuffled off into the other lab then, leaving me to stew in his words.
Lia Habel
#77. Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.
Francesca Lia Block
#78. You have got to be kidding. Where'd they find it?"
"I like to think it was Santa finally coming through on years of passionate but ignored childhood letters.
Lia Habel
#79. Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.
Francesca Lia Block
#80. She wears a Val Surf T-shirt and boys' boxer shorts and she has a boy's phone number scrawled on her hand. Part of her wants to spit on it and rub it off, and part of her wishes it was written in huge numbers across her belly, his name in gang letters, like a tattoo.
Francesca Lia Block
#81. My baby brother would never call Hex soft. Not Hex.
And not me, either. Not anymore. Not any fucking more.
Francesca Lia Block
#84. Ruby poked at her rice, her mind racing. Perhaps he'd mistaken her for someone who had done a massage course or was qualified to give spriritual advice. She could only give advice on spirits, and only then if they were alcoholic.
Lia Weston
#85. I'd never had the chance to experiment before, but it seemed that irrational screaming was enough to make most people scram. Whodathunk?
Lia Habel
#86. She was free, still, like a child, the way it is before you are seen and then after that you can never remember who you are unless someone else shows it to you.
Francesca Lia Block
#87. Real ladies can give orders, Real gentlemen can take them, and Real zombies don't eat brains.
Lia Habel
#88. I stepped free of Isambard and shoved Michael in the chest. I caught him off guard. He tumbled to the dock, and rolled into the water with a splash.
"I hope there are zombie sharks in there and they bite you and you die!" I screamed.
Lia Habel
#89. Pretending to be a normal, functioning member of society is exhausting stuff.
Lia Riley
#90. The doctor's voice was cold. "There's nothing to put back. There's no body to go back to. The body of Lia Kahn is dead. Be grateful you didn't die with it.
Robin Wasserman
#91. The high domed ceiling put me in mind of a skull, a brain, a mind. What did that make us, the readers?
Lia Mills
#92. Griswold!" a voice bellowed.
"We'll talk about this later," he said, then climbed to his feet and stood at attention. "Sir!"
I turned around, only to be confronted with the largest man I had ever seen in my life.
The end was nigh.
Lia Habel
#93. His eyes narrowed to slits.
Power passed over her, intensifying her desire for him. She moaned and rotated her hips against him. What will you do with me now?
Lia Davis
#94. Boy, I am going to feed you to the infected myself, Michael growled. I think he almost made my brother cry. Good.
Lia Habel
#95. They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.
Francesca Lia Block
#96. On the last page he'd written simply, She's so beautiful.
Lia Habel
#98. Tell him what I told the others-that I'm happy to have you watch me, and serve as my assistant, but only on my terms. Or,if you're feeling lucky ... you can tell him that Dearly said he can go to hell.
Lia Habel
#100. My mother said, "kiss him, darling, it's easy so natural" and I thought to myself, not with lips of stone, dear mother, not with lips of stone
Francesca Lia Block
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