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Blue Juneberry, tough diamond willow.
It was time. One breath - another. She was the heir of fire. She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph. Aelin
Inhaler. Rylie crept around a tree, peering into the darkness. Maybe it was a deer or something. If that's you, Amber, you better hope I don't find you. I'll - I'll beat you
At a distance this fine oak seems to be of ordinary size. But if I place myself under its branches, the impression changes completely: I see it as big, and even terrifying in its bigness.
Fireheart!" Ravenpaw meowed in delight. "Fireheart," Graystripe corrected him.
Elisabeth." The way the Goblin King said my name made my heart flutter. "Will you marry me?" This time, it was a long time before I replied. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I will.
What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
[Brigs of Ayr]
He felt safe in the oak tree's presence; it was a thing that nothing could change or threaten; it was his greatest symbol of strength.
Hearts. I don't think I'd be able to handle it either if you changed your mind.
A large oak tree is just a little nut that refused to give up.
Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart
I love Lady Stoneheart!
I've seen Steelheart bleed
A large, branching, aged oak is perhaps the most venerable of all inanimate objects.
Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.
Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell
Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red
Reverberance of hail upon the dead
Thunder like an exploding crucible!
Up rose Robin Hood
Heartless, someone called me the other day. A heartless bitch.
But that's where I get stuck.
If I'm so heartless, what's this bruised thing in my chest, full of fire and hope, banging so loud I can't sleep, can't think? What is it that aches when he kisses me, aches when I walk away?
No-one wants acorns, but everyone wants oaks.
If you're an oak
you don't pretend
you are a flower
Nadir we, youth born, axe wielders, blood letters, victors still.
Thorn. Good demon overlord.
I buried her on the shore," he whispered as Fireheart padded up and sat down beside him. "She loved the river." He raised his head to where the first stars of Silverpelt were beginning to appear. "She hunts with StarClan now," he mewed softly. "Someday I'll find her again, and we'll be together.
The heart of Casterly Rock. Remember the fate of Rhaegar's children." She saw the fear in his young eyes then, but there was a strength as well. "Then I will not lose,
I tried a robin heart once. It wasn't very good.
Oak was just thinking that whatever he
himself might have suffered from Bathsheba's marriage, here was a
man who had suffered more, when Boldwood spoke in a changed
voice - that of one who yearned to make a confidence and relieve his
heart by an outpouring.
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
Toad's ancestral home, won back by matchless valour, consummate strategy, and a proper handling of sticks.
Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
Indigo sky, because the heart is also a sunset.
Rune the Insatiable. he buffed his black claws. "Wringing orgasms and breaking hearts for eons.
Cyphus bears the blue flame. Stercus is in thrall of iron. Ferule chill and dark of eye. Usnea lives in nothing but decay. Grey Dalcenti never speaks. Pale Alenta brings the blight. Last there is the lord of seven: Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane. Alaxel bears the shadow's hame.
Winter reveals the massive, complex, muscular organization of the ancient oak. Like an old man stripped of his Savile Row, tailored suit - no less impressive in his mature nakedness.
The steel skull of your archnemesis. Now,
Heart of a queen you'll see me burst at the seams.
Aethe, near my heart.
Without vanity, the ribbon.
Without duty, the wind.
Without blood, the victory.
How did you find me? The heartstone? he says.
I look into his eyes. His silver moonlight eyes. The still calmwater heart of him.
I don't need no stone to find you. I'd find you anywhere, I says.
An acorn does not see itself as a seed, but as an oak tree.
I've always - I grew up on the old-style traditional type of golf course, tree lined and all small greens, big undulations. And Oakmont just fit my eye.
There indeed lay Thorin Oakenshield, wounded with many wounds ...
Though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,
I know very well I could not."
- from "I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing
In the cave's innermost entryway, a band of four stood tall and thick, shouldered and heavily weaponed.
Members of the Brotherhood.
He knew this quartet by name: Ahgony, Throe, Murhder, Tohrture.
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
The kind that sank into the heart, broke down walls, destroyed barriers and paved its own way. As
The Jewel
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.
Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun
Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.
We're talkin' hearts, here. You don't play games with hearts.
Today's Oak tree are tomorrows Nut that stood his ground.
version of Amber.
I am Aelin Aschryver Galatinius, and I will not be afraid.
Oak had nothing finished and ready to say as yet, and not being able to frame love phrases which end where they begin; passionate tales - Full of sound and fury
- signifying nothing - he said no word at all.
The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.
My heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.
I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood;
Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-read heath,
The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood
And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers "Death".
You have the heart one expects to see at the centre of a fire, bending and twisting like steel, but never breaking. If something happens to mine, yours would be stubborn enough to beat for both of us.
I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside.
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
Most beautiful of all was the tarnished gold of the elms, with a little brown in it, a little bronze, a little blue, even
a blue like amethyst, which made them melt into the azure haze with a kind of happiness, a harmony of mood that filled the air with content.
Neverwinter Wood.
eternal blue noon;
Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems. An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground. For another try. Another trip through. One life for another.
Gehrig was not like the common folk; Created, was he, like the strongest oak;
I say these words before the body of Redtail, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice. Lionheart will be the new deputy of ThunderClan.
It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.
My heart is not brave or big. It is not cruel either. It is not strong at all. I keep it within this iron cage for a reason. Breathe on it wrong and I will die ... Just go now. I would rather let you see my face, than my heart.'
Laertes, Count of Samothrace
Like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
I hold it here in my hand,
full of honey and wounds.
- New Heart
A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
Mark's favorite tree, he says, happened in ohio. 'It was a oak. Which I climbed up it.
so far remained unbroken. Now my turn had come. In early springtime, when I was just sixteen, my mother took me to the house where she had won her shield so many years before. The Lady Abicel, long dead, had left her house and lands, along with her
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.
When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
A heart of fire in a shell of ice.
A heart so pure it was nothing but storm.
Oakbridge did his work with dramatics and prophecies that all would go horribly awry. Having dealt with him over midwinter, Kel wondered why the man hadn't died of a heart attack. Instead he seemed to thrive on disaster and finding people seated in the wrong places.
The giant oak tree of a story, started with a small acorn of a thought.
-T.A. Cline
An alkie in full defiant
One heart fulfills all hearts.
All hearts lead to the same heart.
"Kingdom Hearts"
A place where the mighty hearts lives.
And where darkness is endlessly deep.
For the future let those who come to play with me have no hearts
This oak tree and me, we're made of the same stuff.
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.
Wild swans, come over the town, come over
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just ...
She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.
There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.
My wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.
Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies,
Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:
The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,
On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;
Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume,
Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.
My heart is the throne of the Beloved, the Beloved the heart's destiny: Whoever breaks another's heart will find no homecoming in this world or any other.
Accept the bloodstained rose. It was an order. The flames cannot save from the chain which binds you."
Shadows of the Hersweald
My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet.
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
You are my father, Incarceron.
I was born from your pain.
Bone of steel; circuits for veins.
My heart a vault of iron.
Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.
The lightning said to the oak tree: 'Stand aside, or take what is coming to you!
Wolf - tis what he is. He's not blackhearted like some men. 'Tis no heart he has at all.
For your sake I have braved the glen, and had to do with goblin merchant men. Eat me, drink me, love me. Hero, Wolf, make much of me. With clasping arms and cautioning lips, with tingling cheeks and fingertips, cooing all together.
The human heart is a dark forest