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'Mira Grant' is actually my pseudonym. And 'Seanan' is pronounced 'SHAWN-in.'
For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day.
My lifesaver, my everything.
Myrrh (Arabic, "bitter") was used for the healing of wounds and bruises. Myrrh was also a symbol of self-sacrifice. [329]
You are my mere jaan, my life, Kelsey Hayes.
Mine means 'body,' Tanu interjected.
'Wow, that's so eerie,' ALF said. 'Because ... you have a body.
In my defense I have
only silence, dew on the grass, a nightingale
among the branches. You forgive it,
its long tenure in the leaves of one aspen
after another, drops of eternity, grams
of amazement, and the sleepy complaints of the poor poets
She's your Herald," Derek said. "That's your color. Blue for humanity."
My what?
He made a big show of moving a few feet to the side.
I looked at him.
"In case your head explodes," he said helpfully.
Mine is always your Highest Thought, your Clearest Word, your Grandest Feeling. Anything less is from another source.
breathed into this quite ordinary prose a kind of life, continuous and full of feeling. My
Be mine that silent calm repast,
A conscience cheerful to the last:
That tree which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root;
That friend which never fails the just,
When other friends desert their trust.
This is a sharp medicine, but it is a physician for all diseases and miseries.
Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people ... Fennel ... smelling of changes to come.
Eternal God, the refuge of all your children, in our weakness you are our strength, in our darkness our light, in our sorrow our comfort and peace. May we always live in your presence, and serve you in our daily lives; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Boniface
FURTHER
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
meinstein n. My son, the genius.
MERCY. It was a word she'd rarely encountered
Young foliage sweet bronze.
Most strongly scented of all wisterias.
Deep spring: overcome by my own perfume.
My oblivion is a very Antony and I am all forgotten.
The pearl on my beloved's neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
She's actually a friend of yours... Myosotis Terra. And you wouldn't know, actually. Or to be precise, you wouldn't remember. - Skulduggery (Myosotis Terra)
Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine, were taken away.
I think it mercy if Thou wilt forget.
I' is Absolute; it has been possessed by the ghosts of 'my'!
I need to find Meg." I wiped my mouth with a shaky hand. "What would the myrmekes do with her?"
"I don't know!"
"Tell me or I will not complete your customer service survey.
Of all the exotic aromas and experiences from my sojourn in Ethiopia, it's the frankincense I miss most.
Erudite, for a woman who confuses "you're" and "your" and goes in for random capitalisation.' 'We can't all be literary geniuses,' said Robin reproachfully. 'Thank Christ for that, from all I'm hearing about them.
Certain authors, speaking of their works, say: "My book," "My commentary," "My history," etc. They resemble middle-class people who have a house of their own and always have "My house" on their tongue.
Hazel Grace, I love it when you talk medical to me.
My obsession. My muse. My enemy. "All
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Oh, Claire," he said. "You think me a far better man than I am. That's kind, and flattering."
"Are you saying that you -"
"Doughnuts!" Myrnin interrupted her and darted away, to zip back in seconds with an open box.
Imagination is my trazodone.
twenty miles of the sea. My
What took place next in the fate of M. Myriel?
Medicine is my life, but literature is my mistress, and mysteries and poetry are my drugs of choice.
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.
My queendom for a coffee!
My friend. My love. My breath.-Eagan
Maa" The only word that holds power to give you strength when you are in pain.
Lark of memory
it is your blood that is flowing
and not mine
Lark of memory
I have tightened my fist
Lark of memory
dead bird of mist
you should not have come
to eat from my hand
the grains of oblivion.
Medicine, you see, is my first love; whether I write fiction or nonfiction, and even when it has nothing to do with medicine, it's still about medicine. After all, what is medicine but life plus? So I write about life.
Who's Myrnin?"
Claire controlled an urge to roll her eyes. "Badass crazy vampire scientist who's my boss."
"You realize no part of that sentence made sense, right?
My shield, my salvation.
The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not wife, / To help me through this long disease, my life.
A clear understanding of how much I don't know about medicine is one of my greatest strengths
Among the great names that adorn the roll of Nobel prize-winners in Medicine is that of Otto Meyerhof, my admired teacher and friend, to whose inspiration, guidance and encouragement I owe so very much.
Forever thine, forever mine.
Take her home. And-"
"Say nothing- yes, yes, I heard you the first seven hundred times," Myrnin said, much too sharply. "I'm ancient. I'm not deaf.
There's only one thing I'm going to call you. Mine.
What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine.
[Myrnin to Claire about their costumes of Pierrot and Harlequin, respectively]
"Don't they teach you anything in your schools?"
"Not about this."
"Pity. I suppose that's what comes of your main education flowing from Google.
Tranquillity! thou better name Than all the family of Fame.
kind. It was the most singular, and almost the most touching and melancholy exile that fancy can imagine. - One of
Listeria, wisteria. Ha. Funny words. She
She is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.
My whole fucking world.
My Rylee. My son. My everything.
Yours is ... il sent comme lavande."
Is that French for 'You stink'?"
It means 'lavender'."
Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.
serenity, the calm daughter of tolerance
Bet he was myrrh," said Josh. "Bastard, he brings the cheapest gift and now he wants to sodomize me. My mother told me the myrrh went bad after a week too." Did I mention that Joshua was not a myrrh fan?
I told you I was ill. (On Millian's headstone)
No medicine is more valuable, none more efficacious, none better suited to the cure of all our temporal ills than a friend to whom we may turn for consolation in time of trouble, and with whom we may share our happiness in time of joy.
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
Think only of beautiful splendid.
Avarice, the sphincter of the heart.
The living WORD, medicine for the soul.
What's your avocado?
An exquisite flower for my exquisite girl.
This isolation, this deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, didn't have to hurt so much. - Aquamarine Rosabelle bonus included in Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears
ASK AND YOU WILL RECIVED.IT HAS WORD FOR ME.
McSorely's Tea verily the finest tea in the world" -Mister Snickering.
My wife." "By what name is she called, Kincaid?" "Mine.
Germ of endearment
Mine.
The word was a declaration. It rocked him to his very foundation. It was a truth he'd kept hidden for far too long. Caleb didn't know anything about love, or loving anyone, but he knew ... Livvie was his.
His Tender Roni.
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
My great-great-great-grandmother
My heart, my secret diary, my companion. The well and the sacred place of my unborn wishes and desires.
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-flowers which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long postpone the discovery of why this memory made me so happy)
If I am peaceful, I shall seeBeauty's face continually;Feeding on her wine and breadI shall be wholly comforted,For she can make one day for meRich as my lost eternity.
God is the "mysterium tremendum," that appears and overthrows, but he is also the mystery of the self-evident, nearer to me than my I.
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
I don't need no Smith and Wesson, man, I got Merriam and Webster.
Dame Poverty gave me my name,
And Pain godfathered me.
Ma petite.' That was all, just my nickname, but it seemed to hold years of I love yous. The
A good name is like precious ointment ; it filleth all round about, and will not easily away; for the odors of ointments are more durable than those of flowers.
Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
The most constant, the most powerful, and the most generous of all my enemies.
Clarity in my cup. Transparency of my soul. Lucidity of myself.
Elixir of the ages. Tea makes us all sages.
prince of those Whose lore in words of wisdom flows. Whose constant care and chief delight
I threw out all those Latin words - the ones that end in 'ion' - the ones that never quite describe you ...
Think to Thank. In these three words are the finest capsule course for a happy marriage, formula for enduring friendship, and a pattern for personal happiness.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
On verge of going apostrophic, taking foxglove, myrrh, mare's milk cure, shedding articles, shredding conjunctions, but can't shake prepositions.
What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools.
My holy of holies in the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love and absolute freedom-freedom from force and falsehood.
Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other
Could a name be any shorter? Three letters without even the flourish of an e. Ann, a trio of curves and lines.
It means "full of grace".