Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes

When Hillel died, it was during one of the happiest times of my life. I was married and completely in love and had a baby on the way.

I have six brothers, and in the past I've done quite a few girlie films, like 'Wild Child' and 'Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging' - so when they've been to those, they've been incredibly embarrassed. They won't be embarrassed going to see 'Black Death' - I reckon they're going to love it.

The whole Valentine's thing is fine, but you don't back it up right next to the biggest gift-giving holiday of the year. Unbelievable. And we find it acceptable.

I had my Olympic gold medal cut up into eleven pieces. Gave all eleven of my kids a piece. It'll come together again when they put me down.

I'd kiss a frog even if there was no promise of a Prince Charming popping out of it. I love frogs.

I still wear my write-in wristband. It used to be plastic, but my husband turned it into gold.

Usually, Valentine's Day comes and goes with just a day or two of news media attention to courtship and marriage.

I like Valentine's Day. It's fun.

February is a month of months, and there is one special day: Valentine's Day on the 14th. I know it's still a ways off, but I just can't wait. Janice, if you're watching, will you make me the happiest man in the world and get out of my apartment?

Death is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything

For her I changed pebbles into diamonds, shoes into mirrors, I changed glass into water, I gave her wings and pulled birds from her ears and in her pockets she found the feathers, I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love.

Her sister's shoes. They sparkeled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkeled like yellow diamonds, and embers of blood and thorny stars.

The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.

Forgotten tones of love recur to us, and kind glances shine out of the past--oh so bright and clear!--oh so longed after!--because they are out of reach; as holiday music from within a prison wall--or sunshine seen through the bars; more prized because unattainable--more bright because of the contrast of present darkness and solitude, whence there is no escape.

I love Valentine's Day. When you're a kid everyone gets a Valentine. It's like 'TO TIM, NICE PANTS, LOVE SCOTT'. It's Valentines galore!

Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!

Without Valentine's Day, February would be... well, January.

Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.

I like to do things for my wife on Valentine's Day. I open the door for her when she puts laundry in the washing machine.

Valentine's Day purely commercial, cynical enterprise, anyway. Matter of supreme indifference to me.

Witch, do this for me, Find me a moon made of longing. Then cut it sliver thin, and having cut it, hang it high above my beloved's house, so that she may look up tonight and see it, and seeing it, sigh for me as I sigh for her, moon or no moon.

Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.

I feel bad for people who die on Valentine's Day. How much would flowers cost then, ten grand?