Quotes About Morpheus

#1. My mom stares at him in disbelief. "This is thanks to your schemes. You pressured her to choose you ... to choose Wonderland over her other side. What did you think would happen?"
Morpheus hunches lower, miserable.

A.G. Howard

#2. You are not painting her into one of those goon suits. She is royalty. Dress her like royalty. Give her some glitter . . . some glitz. And a crown." "Go back to your room, Morpheus." Jeb takes the paintbrush. "The grown-ups have work to do.

A.G. Howard

#3. "The decision falls to you. She's too weak to make it for herself. Red's greed and vengefulness saw to that when she made Alyssa's heart the battlefield."
"I'll do whatever it takes," Morpheus and Jeb answer simultaneously without hesitation.

A.G. Howard

#4. The false dawn, with its illusions and mist-wrapped softness, can be as inadequate and fleeting as Morpheus' gifts. CHAPTER 2 The days became warmer the first week in April, and on some mornings I went out on the salt at dawn and seined

James Lee Burke

#5. "But love ? Is that what you feel for Morpheus?"
I swallow hard. "I'm not sure. It's all wrapped up in my loyalties to Wonderland. But there's something real between us. Something powerful." I sink further into my seat. "It's complicated."

A.G. Howard

#6. It's important that he accepts my love for Jeb. I'll have to tell Jeb the same thing about Morpheus before I'm gone. I will not leave them with lies hanging between us. "I love you both."

A.G. Howard

#7. MORPHEUS: I did not intend to hurt you,
THESSALY: And what if you did not? Intent and outcome are so rarely coincident.

Neil Gaiman

#8. Your boyfriend has some real trust issues," Morpheus baits. "Shut up. He had a rough childhood." "He should be grateful he had one at all.

A.G. Howard

#9. And I can't take the girl shit." Morpheus's face paled. "Man, her eyes leak too damn much.

Angela McPherson

#10. Though my heart is heavy, it is also strong and unbreakable, thanks to two men who put my needs above their own. Morpheus

A.G. Howard

#11. There will always be two different sides to me. And each one loves you and Morpheus in different ways.

A.G. Howard

#12. "You're drawn to the darkness, to the lawlessness. Drawn to ... "
Morpheus.
Even if Dad doesn't say it out loud, I hear the name echo in the silence.

A.G. Howard

#13. "Please look at me. I missed you. I was so worried about you."
"Really? Which one of us are you talking to?" His attention crosses to Morpheus, who smirks conspiratorially.

A.G. Howard

#14. Morpheus leans close. His hair brushes my exposed shoulder, tickling and soft. "Shy little blossom," he whispers, his sweet breath cloaking me. "We're simply going to meld your pain away."
Meld ... that doesn't sound like something my dad would approve of.

A.G. Howard

#15. "Let me guess. It has to do with Morpheus."
I groan. "It was just a kiss! Why is Jeb so hurt over a stupid kiss?"
"Wait a minute." Dad rocks back on his seat, causing the boat to bob. "You kissed that arrogant ... ? I don't even know how to process that."
"Me neither."

A.G. Howard

#16. In that hushed hour between midnight and dawn when Morpheus' sable hands touch the rosy finger tips of Aurora and even the fairies are slumbering on their flowery couches,

Anya Seton

#17. Morpheus yelps.
Once we're back on the road, I catch a glimpse of him in the rearview. His beloved hat is crushed against his chest between his fists.

A.G. Howard

#18. Morpheus urges me into his lap and snuggles my head under his chin, securing me within his tobacco-scented embrace. It's the gentlest gesture we've ever shared. Now you know where you belong, Alyssa.

A.G. Howard

#19. Jeb presses my knuckles to his chest. "No. I'll go. You fly back with bug snot." "Of course," Morpheus interrupts, his voice edged with something between sarcasm and suggestiveness. "I'll be happy to take Alyssa back with me. We can pick up where we left off in my bedroom, right, luv?

A.G. Howard

#20. Believing you're alone in the universe is less terrifying than admitting you might have an otherworldly audience. Morpheus

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#21. Morpheus places his hand on Jeb's busy fingers, eyes opened to slits. "Ah, my pretty pseudo elf." He takes labored breath. "is it time at last to express our unrequited feelings?

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#22. There is no reasoning when it comes to Morpheus. You just accept him as he is.

A.G. Howard

#23. I start to take off my seat belt. "I'm still stuck."
Morpheus eases closer and grasps my hand. "Shall we try to take the skirt off?" he says, his voice provocative. "We have the leisure of doing it right this time.

A.G. Howard

#24. Audie was the cleverest man Moss had ever met. He was Yoda. He was Gandalf. He was Morpheus. Now he'd become a walking suicide note.

Michael Robotham

#25. There's a chilling grimness behind his gaze, and I let myself acknowledge what I've been denying: In his own way, Morpheus is my knight, too. He just has more muddled motivations than Jeb - not always unselfish and honorable, but vigilant. I have to give him that.
-Unhinged, pg 252

A.G. Howard

#26. Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. Morpheus, The Matrix, 1999

Susan Finerty

#27. Seeing me surrounded by paper towels on the floor, Morpheus lifts his eyebrows. "Building a nest?" he asks. "There's no need to start acting like a bird simply because you have a propensity for flying.

A.G. Howard

#28. I find her anecdotes more efficacious than sheep-counting, rain on a tin roof, or alanol tablets ... you will find me and Morpheus, off in a corner, necking.

Dorothy Parker

#29. We turned to find Morpheus standing there with enough rage in his black eyes to send the Devil packing for heaven.

A.G. Howard

#30. Salty tears stream down my face - coating my lips as I mutter senseless apologies for so many things. So many irreversible things.
Morpheus peels the vines off and lifts me, cradling me to his chest.

A.G. Howard

#31. Morpheus reaches out to catch a teardrop on his fingertip. He holds it up in the pale glow that radiates from the few remaining sprites above us. A curious frown curves his lips. You cry for him yet bled for me. One must wonder which is more powerful. More binding. I suppose we shall one day know.

A.G. Howard

#32. What are you doing?" I ask Morpheus. "I've never seen anything so savage!" "'Savage'?" The green pig snorts an answer for him. "You act as if we're a bunch of animals.

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#33. Morpheus took flight and left me alone on the ground.
'Help me!' I cried up at him. My heart pounded in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
'I can't always be there to carry you.' The jewels under his eyes were a sincere blue.
- Unhinged, pg 88

A.G. Howard

#34. "Do you have any more surprise stowaways up your sleeve?" I ask Morpheus.
Pushing dents out of his hat, he scowls. "I'm starting to fear I didn't bring enough. If there's one thing netherlings are good at, it's cleaning messes."

A.G. Howard

#35. You'll wear a loincloth. That's how I make roach-boy's clothes."
Imagining Jeb and Morpheus in such an intimate position is both sexy and comical. As vain as Morpheus is, a lot of bickering about fashion choices must've taken place.

A.G. Howard

#36. Morpheus turns his face to the sky. "I'm afraid you're the one who's mistaken, if you think I'm going to let Wonderland fall to rot so you can play 'pin the male on the virgin' with your mortal toy.

A.G. Howard

#37. Morpheus laughs. " 'Mutated.' The word you're looking for is evolved , luv. He has shed his monkey mortal state and donned the robes of netherling immortality. That's a step up, not a step down."

A.G. Howard

#38. The Mustela netherlings are exceptional judges of character," Morpheus intones. "I knew Alyssa would rise to the occasion. I've complete faith that she can fend for herself. You, on the other hand, can't seem to grasp that concept.

A.G. Howard

#39. DESTRUCTION: Our sister [Death] defines life, just as Despair defines hope, or Desire defines hatred, or as Destiny defines freedom.
MORPHEUS: And what do I define, by this theory of yours.
DESTRUCTION: Reality, perhaps.

Neil Gaiman

#40. May I introduce you all to the main course?" Morpheus spreads out an arm with a dramatic flare. "Dinner, meet your worthy adversaries, the hungry guests.

A.G. Howard

#41. My name is Morpheus. Find a looking glass and call on me when you are ready to claim your destiny. With

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#42. DEATH: "Mostly they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night without fear."
MORPHEUS: "And I am far more terrible than you, sister.

Neil Gaiman

#43. I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering through the dreams; and the dreamer will wake, and wonder why this dream seemed different, wonder how real their lives can truly be.

Neil Gaiman

#44. You are part human, and an artist. Creation is your power.

A.G. Howard

#45. For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars.

Susanna Clarke

#46. Without warning, he tossed a bottle of water at me, which I caught. "Nope, no joke. Now I've got to get some beauty sleep, and based on the way you look, you could use a little yourself.

Angela McPherson

#47. You had the morning together. He painted your half-naked body, the lucky sod. Had that been my job, your pretty clothes would ne'er have been crafted.

A.G. Howard

#48. I wanted to lift you above me and swing you in circles until we were both dizzy and laughing. I wanted to kiss your lips and share your breath. And I wanted to dress you in threads befitting a queen.

A.G. Howard

#49. As I start to take his hand, his eyes pass over my lingerie slowly.
"Where the hell did you get those?" He obviously recognizes the fabric. "How does that cockroach know your measurements, huh?"

A.G. Howard

#50. You crave chaos. You're happiest when the world is in an uproar. You thrive on madness. Even when your magic is at its best when it's the catalyst to confusion. You still can't admit this?

A.G. Howard

#51. Either way, I'm under your skin. Either way, I win.

A.G. Howard

#52. My precious Alyssa, share reality with me. Give me forever. We will wreak such beautiful havoc together.

A.G. Howard

#53. The master of word manipulation strikes again.

A.G. Howard

#54. "He's wicked. He's dangerous. And he's far from trustworthy. But he's devoted to me and Wonderland. In that respect, he's my friend." I stop before the rest can escape: He's lodged himself inside the netherling half of my heart, no matter how hard I tried to deny him access.

A.G. Howard

#55. "Is there something between the two of you?" I pause at the threshold, waiting.
"No! I hate the wretch." His face, crisscrossed with lacework shadows, grows somber. "I hate her with the same changeless passion with which I love you."

A.G. Howard

#56. When he opens his mouth to speak, I place a finger on his lips.
"It's my love for you that makes this hurt so much," I say, my voice strong and resolved. "I had faith in you and you betrayed me."

A.G. Howard

#57. You understand the logic behind the illogical, Alyssa. It's in your nature to find tranquility amid the madness. And that's what we're doing here. We are giving our food a fighting chance.

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#58. You've always brought out the softer side in my master. But he hasn't changed. He's as changeless as he is ageless. He'll always be selfish, manipulative, untamable. He knows no other way to be, for he is all things Wonderland.

A.G. Howard

#59. Come down, luv. Don't be shy. Every wedding ceremony needs witnesses. Why should mine and yours be any different?

A.G. Howard

#60. It's so hard for me to accept the good in him.

A.G. Howard

#61. Jebediah was dragging Alyssa down, chaining her to the boredom and mundaneness of the human realm.
She must be set free.

A.G. Howard

#62. What is a lovely queen like you" - his nose wrinkles - "doing in a smelly place like this?

A.G. Howard

#63. He touches my bottom lip, leaving behind a smear of fruity glaze. He watches as I suck away the bittersweet residue, then he licks the rest of the glaze from his fingertip. At the appearance of his tongue, heat blossoms in my face.
He smirks. "Look at that. I revived the color in your cheeks."

A.G. Howard

#64. "I believe I'll keep that one to myself, luv. If I told you all my secrets, there would be no more mystery in our relationship."
"I'm not a big fan of mysteries."
That roguish smile I once hated curls his lips and curls my insides. "Rubbish. You adore them."

A.G. Howard

#65. "That is a breathtaking display, luv. But dare not mistake my veneration for surrender."
He starts toward me, his expression fading to a scowl.

A.G. Howard

#66. I start to pull back, but he hugs me tighter.
"You love me. You admitted it."
"I do love you."
His body trembles in response, as if he can't contain his emotions at my confession.

A.G. Howard

#67. All the shades of us, in one brilliant rainbow.

A.G. Howard

#68. Compassion has no place on the battlefield...

A.G. Howard

#69. I snort. "You're delirious."
"I prefer the term 'mad.' "

A.G. Howard

#70. They have both loved you with a child's love, and now a man's. It is the child's love that holds you together ... cemented by the moments you shared with them that they treasure most.

A.G. Howard

#71. One thing more: Wonderland and I are the same. You love one of us, you love the other. You are Wonderland, too. Which means we are the perfect fit, in more ways than you can even imagine. On our day together, I'll take great pleasure in showing you all of them.

A.G. Howard

#72. I'm game for anything. Will you pelt me with falling hearts in a symbolic rain of our unrequited love? Or perhaps chain me to a wall in lace made of moonlight and have your way with me?

A.G. Howard

#73. I shake my head, eyes clamped tightly. "We're too high ... it makes my stomach kick."
He laughs and inhales a puff off the hookah then blows the smoke over me, saturating me in the comforting scent. "That's how you know you're alive, Alyssa. The kicks.

A.G. Howard

#74. It may not seem much when compared to your mortal's gallantry. But for me - self-seeking, arrogant prig that i am - that is the sincerest form of sacrifice. Letting you go.

A.G. Howard

#75. He made a trade. Red's life for his loyalty. In order to be true you forever after, he had to betray you one last time

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#76. His deep chuckle curls up on a tail of smoke. "Does it ever disarm you, Alyssa ... how well we see through one another? It does me." His voice softens on the admission - a depth of vulnerability he doesn't often use.

A.G. Howard

#77. "I'm just asking you to wait a little while," I whisper. "Isn't forever worth that?" Not giving him the chance to answer, I press my mouth to his cheek, a promise for someday. One pulse of my lips for my childhood friend, and one for the man I'm only starting to know.

A.G. Howard

#78. I gasp. The profoundness of such a gesture, from a self-seeking fae, touches my soul. The only thing predictable about my future king is his unpredictability. "You once told me you wouldn't be a gentleman. You lied."

A.G. Howard