Obsidian Quotes

• When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she’s nuts. Nuts, I tell you.

  Karen Marie Moning

  Eye, Thinking, Nuts

  Karen Marie Moning (2008). “Faefever: Fever Series”, p.155, Delacorte Press

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• Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.

  Neil Gaiman

  Eye, Black, Information

  Neil Gaiman (2005). "Anansi Boys

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• Religion is a barbarous obsidian knife poised over our chests put it in a cabinet and admire it as a work of art, but don't ever wield the damned thing ever again.

  PZ Myers

  Art, Knives, Cabinets

  "Atheism ≠ Fascism". freethoughtblogs.com. June 12, 2011.

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• Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.

  George R. R. Martin

  Summer, Sweet, Wine

  George R.R. Martin (2008). “Dreamsongs: A RRetrospective”, p.215, Hachette UK

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• I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.

  J. Lynn

  Beautiful, People, Found

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• Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.

  J. Lynn

  Beautiful, Attitude, Boys

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• Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli.

  George R. R. Martin

  Gold, Fantasy Books, Tofu

  George R.R. Martin (2008). “Dreamsongs: A RRetrospective”, p.215, Hachette UK

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• Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?

  J. Lynn

  Funny, Drawing, Ninja

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• Your file was empty. Nothing. Not even an immunization record.” He didn’t even pretend to look surprised. He eased back in his seat, eyes gleaming obsidian. “And you’re telling me this because you’re afraid I might cause an outbreak? Measles or mumps?” “I’m telling you this because I want you to know that I know something about you isn’t right. You haven’t fooled everybody. I’m going to find out what you’re up to. I’m going to expose you.” “Looking forward to it.” I flushed, catching the innuendo too late.

  Becca Fitzpatrick

  Eye, Immunization, Looks

  Becca Fitzpatrick (2013). “The Complete Hush, Hush Saga: includes Hush, Hush; Crescendo; Silence and Finale”, p.59, Simon and Schuster

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• If there is a true measure of a person's soul, if there is a single gauge of real divinity, of how beautifully a fellow human honors this life, has genuine spiritual fire and is full of honest love and compassion, it has to be right there, in the eyes. The Dalai Lama's eyes sparkle and dance with laughter and unbridled love. The Pope's eyes are dark and glazed, bleak as obsidian marbles. Pat Robertson's eyes are rheumy and hollow, like tiny potholes of old wax. Goldman Sachs cretins, well, they don't use their own eyes at all; they just steal someone else's.

  Mark Morford

  Spiritual, Laughter, Real

  "The end of the wicked old Mormons". www.sfgate.com. May 7, 2010.

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• -and nobody’s getting laid!” I practically shouted. “You think I don’t know that?” He shifted his body beneath me, making me painfully aware of something. Two somethings, in fact, one of which was how far up my short skirt was. The other wasn’t my problem. I wriggled, to shimmy my hem down, but his expression perished the thought. When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t even bother trying.

  Karen Marie Moning

  Eye, Thinking, Expression

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