Tom Quotes

“Every villain is a hero in his own mind.”
― Tom Hiddleston

“Loki'd!”
― Tom Hiddleston

“Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living, yet to be gone through…”
― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

“Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it -- namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain.”
― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

“Do you want this to be a love story?”
― Jenny Downham, You Against Me

“I watched the tears run down her cheeks and start to drip from the end of her chin. One part of me wanted to put my arms round her but I daren't. Do that and I'd never be able to let her go.”
― Joseph Delaney, The Spook's Mistake

“Jas, whatever Tom has under his trousers is between you and him.”
― Louise Rennison, Are These My Basoomas I See Before Me?

“Tom: If you love with kindness, even when you can't love with permanence, you'll deserve the one who's worthy along that path for you.”
― Nora Roberts, Born in Shame

“Once, when Tom was over here, to tease Rose, I asked him, "Before she was born, can you remember? Were things just the same as they are these days? Did it still rain and get dark and all the stuff it does now? Did the sun go up and down in exactly the same way?"

Yes," Tom said, and then he smiled at Rose and said, "No. Not really. Not exactly the same way.”
― Hilary McKay

“sometimes he feels a pull towards Francesca. She was the reason he came into the group. It was her misery that united them and somehow her personality that kept them together when everyone split. She’s the one that writes the letter to kept the world informed. She listens to the news every hour to make sure everyone’s safe. So tonight he walks away even though she’s moved forward to give him a hug. Because he wants to kiss her, and knows she’ll hate him for it and that he’ll hate himself. He knows it’s for all the wrong reasons and that he’ll end up thinking of Tara Finke and her Brazilian peacekeeper and will Trombal and how he doesn’t do romance, but it eats the space between him and Francesca every time he’s in the room with her.”
― Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son

“We had the whole 'when you assume you make an ass out of you and me' speech in school.”
― Jonathan Maberry, Rot & Ruin

“I'll take my clothes off - whatever the job requires.”
― Tom Felton

“The little group before her finally moved on and Sarah took its place, standing before Tom like he was a painting in a museum.
And then his vacant eyes dropped from that point somewhere above her head and he looked at her—looked into her eyes and registered her presence. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wordlessly.
For the space of six heartbeats they stared at one another and then Sarah simply said, “Come home.” She held her hand out to him.
He gazed at it for a moment.
“Come with me,” she said softly.
Slowly he rose from his chair and walked toward her. He slipped his hand into hers and his palm was warm and callused.
She stepped back and pulled him along with her. Suddenly his arms went around her, hugging her tight, his head dropped to her shoulder and his mouth pressed into her hair as he whispered, “I can’t believe you’re here.”
Her hands slipped up the smooth, supple skin of his back to hook over his shoulders. She buried her face against his chest, breathing him in, forgetting time and place and circumstance and just holding him.”
― Bonnie Dee, Bone Deep

“O, because I have had only that kind of benevolence which consists in lying on a sofa, and cursing the church and clergy for not being martyrs and confessors. One can see, you know, very easily, how others ought to be martyrs.
-Augustine St. Clare”
― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

“[On playing a bad guy in Harry Potter's film]: I think it's more fun, there are a lot of goodies in the film and not a lot of baddies, so I like to be in the baddie group.”
― Tom Felton

“She snuggled against Tom, grateful to have him back and ready to face any obstacles to their happiness. “You won’t leave again, ” she demanded, “No matter how difficult things might get for us.”
“Never again,” he promised.”
― Bonnie Dee, Bone Deep

“Kevin had been born to make love to a man, the same way I had.”
― Jenna Hilary Sinclair, Admit One

“...Tom sat scowling over a pile of dilapidated books with his hand in his hair, as if his head was in danger of flying asunder with the tremendous effort he was making.”
― Louisa May Alcott, An Old Fashioned Girl

“She thought that they could live together for twenty years and he might never consider asking her about marriage. Tom didn’t follow the usual patterns.
If marriage was what she wanted, then she would have to be the one to propose to him.”
― Bonnie Dee, Bone Deep

“Her tone changed from shocked to curious. “How was it? Was it… different?”
Sarah bit her lip, ashamed to be gossiping but feeling the strong urge to tell. “Yes,”
she confided. “He’s nothing like John. Nothing like him at all.”
“Really? What was different? Did he…?” Grace waved a hand as though erasing a
chalkboard. “Oh, forget it. I shouldn’t be asking this. But,” again her voice lowered, “is he tattooed everywhere?”
Sarah knew it was wrong to talk about him like this, but her inner schoolgirl took over and she nodded, eager to share details. “He’s beautiful … like a stained glass window. And he’s really good with his … mouth.” She raised an eyebrow, giving Grace a significant look.
Her friend gasped and giggled. “But isn’t it weird? Touching him?”
“Skin is skin, Grace,” Sarah chided. “The tattoos are only on the surface, you know.
He’s a man.” A sexy, vulnerable, intense, attractive, responsible, sweet, gentle and loving man.”
― Bonnie Dee, Bone Deep

“Finally, he slipped his arms around her too.
Her eyes closed in relief.
“I was thinking,” His voice rumbled against her ear. “That I’ve brought you so much trouble after everything you’ve done for me. Maybe it’s not too late to fix it. If I leave…”
“No!” She pulled away and looked up into his face. It was swollen red around one eye and his nose. Brown flecks of paint marred the blue swirls. “That’s not going to solve
anything.”
He stroked the side of her face, his thumb lingering across her lips. “If I leave, it will be better.”
“Not for me.” Tears welled at the corners of her eyes and she blinked them away.
He gathered her close again, kissing the top of her head and rubbing his hand on her back. “Don’t cry. ”
When Sarah thought about it later, she would realize that he had never added, “I’ll stay.”
― Bonnie Dee, Bone Deep

“Sarah drew a deep breath and released it slowly, waiting for her voice to steady before she spoke. “It’s a ve ry good story. Are those the things you want for yourself? ”
He nodded and began folding the advertisement. “But I can’t have them,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Why not?”
He shrugged as if it was obvious and she remembered that earlier he had declared, “I’m not normal.” She had to admit it was hard to picture this strange man living a normal family life in an average community. His differences were stamped all over his body as well as hidden deep inside him.”
― Bonnie Dee, Bone Deep

“In their death they were not divided.”
― George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss

“I want to take care of it. I need to do something to make up for…” He breathed out shakily. His hands clenched at his sides and he stared at the ground. “I’m sorry for making all of this happen. He was right. I should have stayed away from you. I’ve brought you nothing but trouble.”
Sarah grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look into her eyes. “No! Forget
everything that man ever said. You did nothing wrong. Not ever. He made this happen.”
She grasped his hands and held them. “I don’t know how many more ways I can say it.
I’m happy you came here. You’ve…” she hesitated over the melodramatic words, but they were the truth and he needed to hear them, “brought my heart to life again.”
She rubbed her hands over his bandaged ones then lifted them to her mouth and
kissed the backs of them.
She gestured to the smolder ruin. “We’ll take care of that later. Right now I have something more important for you to do. I want you to come inside with me. I need you to hold me.”
His eyes were glistening as he looked into hers. He nodded then took her hand and followed her into the house.”
― Bonnie Dee, Bone Deep

“Tom" softly over the coach-roof.
"Hallo", Joe."
"Did you hear the message?"
"I did, Joe."
"What did you make of it, Tom?"
"Nothing at all, Joe."
"That's a coincidence, too" the guard mused, "for I made the same of it myself.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“Кейт, всеки път, когато те любя, забравям по едно лошо нещо в живота си”
― Irwin Shaw, Rich Man, Poor Man

“Daddy sleeked back his hair and the doorbell rang.

'Answer the door, Rose,' said Indigo.

'I will,' said David kindly, and began getting to his feet, and Saffy and Caddy and Indigo and Michael all grabbed him, exclaiming 'No, you won't!'

So I answered the door.

How can that be?

How can it be that this person is here?

Is it a trick?

Is it Christmas magic?

That guitar strap looks exactly like the one I bought.



'TOM!!!' I screamed, and dragged him in through the door.

Tom said 'Happy Christmas, Permanent Rose! I can't believe you didn't guess!'

I said 'But what time is it in New York?'

'What does it matter what time it is in New York?' asked Tom. 'I'm not in New York. I'm here.”
― Hilary McKay, Forever Rose

“That wasn’t bad,” Tom said. “Almost as good as Alex.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Jack growled. “Alex would have blown them up or forced them off the road. Just a shame I forgot my hand grenade.”
“Next time,” Tom said.”
― Anthony Horowitz, Nightshade

“It was a body capable of enormous leverage - a cruel body.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“He would be admitting to himself that life has suddenly become very short, very precious, that soon he'll no longer exist, that it'll be over. Of course he knew that, we know that, we say it, but to really, really know it, to be certain of it, is more than he can be right now. His bed is safe. Sleep is easy. He's not a stupid man.”
― Miriam Toews