{"quotes":[{"text":"I wouldn’t call Gabriel Walsh if I was on fire.” She pursed her lips. “No, I might. To sue everyone responsible—from the person who lit the match to those who made my clothes. But I’d wait until the fire was out. Otherwise, he’d just stand there until I was burned enough for a sizable settlement.","author":"Kelley Armstrong","tags":["gabriel","grace","lawyer-jokes","olivia","suing"],"id":2692,"author_id":"Kelley+Armstrong"},{"text":"I won’t pretend that I deserve you. I am faithless. I have done unforgivable things. And I am broken.” He gestured to his face and body with trembling hands. “I know you see past these things when you look at me . . . But I hope I can be enough for you.”“What? Enough for me? Gabriel, you are everything.","author":"Rachel L. Demeter","tags":["angst","ariah","finding-gabriel","gabriel","historical","historical-romance","romance"],"id":10751,"author_id":"Rachel+L.+Demeter"},{"text":"I grabbed my purse, which was conveniently place by the front door. Gabriel was such a considerate abductor/host. He even left the front door unpadlocked.","author":"Molly Harper","tags":["funny","gabriel","jane-jameson","molly-harper","nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs"],"id":49095,"author_id":"Molly+Harper"},{"text":"Not one word about proposals, no matter how much she pushes,” I told my friends. “No matter what she says or how loud she cries, don’t try to throw that up as a distraction.”Gabriel’s lips twitched. “I don’t think it’s going to be that bad. It’s one woman against five supernatural creatures... And Zeb.”“You laugh because you haven’t heard my mother’s thirty-minute verbal dissertation on appropriate seasonal flower choices. We’re better off letting her yell at us for being dirty, premarital fornicators.","author":"Molly Harper","tags":["funny","gabriel","jane-jamison","molly-harper","vampire"],"id":50670,"author_id":"Molly+Harper"},{"text":"I wanted to call you, but I find myself feeling...Awkward when it comes to you.''Awkward' is the word du jour,' I agreed. 'So, I make you nervous?'Not quite nervous,' he said. 'Just unsettled.'I wriggled my eyebrows and inched a little closer to him. 'Unsettled, that's even better.","author":"Molly Harper","tags":["funny","gabriel","jane-jameson","nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs","unsettled"],"id":53408,"author_id":"Molly+Harper"},{"text":"Your my Trouble.","author":"C.L.Stone","tags":["gabriel","sang","sweet","the-academy"],"id":54998,"author_id":"C.L.Stone"},{"text":"You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . But for yourself.","author":"Rachel L. Demeter","tags":["angst","ariah","gabriel","historical","historical-romance","love","romance"],"id":61879,"author_id":"Rachel+L.+Demeter"},{"text":"Suddenly an unexpected series of sounds began to be heard in this place up against the starry sky. They were the notes of Oak´s flute. It came from the direction of a small dark object under the hedge - a shephard´s hut - now presenting an outline to which an unintiated person might have been puzzled to attach either meaning or use. ... Being a man not without a frequent consciousness that there was some charm in this life he led, he stood still after looking at the sky as a useful instrument, and regarded it in an appreciative spirit, as a work of art superlatively beautiful. For a moment he seemed impressed with the speaking loneliness of the scene, or rather with the complete abstraction from all its compass of the sights and sounds of man. ... Oak´s motions, though they had a quiet energy, were slow, and their deliberateness accorded well with his occupation. Fitness being the basis of beauty, nobody could have denied tha his steady swings and turns in and about the flock had elements of grace. His special power, morally, physically, and mentally, was static. ... Oak was an intensely human man: indee, his humanity tore in pieces any politic intentions of his which bordered on strategy, and carried him on as by gravitation. A shadow in his life had always been that his flock should end in mutton - that a day could find a shepherd an arrant traitor to his gentle sheep.","author":"Thomas Hardy","tags":["coherence","freedom","gabriel","gabriel-oak","independence","nature","shepherd"],"id":87565,"author_id":"Thomas+Hardy"},{"text":"Things could change, Gabe,' Jonas went on. 'Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents,' he added, staring through the dimness toward the ceiling of his sleepingroom. 'And everybody would have the memories.'You know the memories,' he whispered, turning toward the crib.Garbriel's breathing was even and deep. Jonas liked having him there, though he felt guilty about the secret. Each night he gave memories to Gabriel: memories of boat rides and picnics in the sun; memories of soft rainfall against windowpanes; memories of dancing barefoot on a damp lawn.'Gabe?'The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him.'There could be love,' Jonas whispered.","author":"Lois Lowry","tags":["colors","gabriel","love"],"id":90330,"author_id":"Lois+Lowry"},{"text":"You are the night.'I am the night,' I repeated.'You are the night.'I cocked my head, sending him a questioning look. 'I am the night?'Jane!'Why is it that when you say my name, it sounds like a curse word?","author":"Molly Harper","tags":["funny","gabriel","jane-jameson","molly-harper","nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs"],"id":94736,"author_id":"Molly+Harper"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":34,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}