Are you not going to talk? Just sit there and stare at me like a creeper?" Aiden cracked a half smile. "You called me that once before." "Yeah, because you are a creeper.
The wounds were hard to heal, and once they did heal, they left behind the ugly reminder of the scars, those little cracks where fear enjoyed building its den.
They're fanatics. It's like expecting humanity from a falling rock. It's not going to have a fit of compassion and not crack your skull open.
Life is a bunch of 'universal truths', not mine, not anyone else's ...but which exist as a fact..until we 'crack' them for ourselves as 'truths'!
Whatever makes you crazy is what you were created to crack. Whatever makes you sleepless is what you were born to succeed in. Don’t give up!
His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.
There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.
It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.
. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.
I attempted briefly to consecrate myself in the public library, believing every crack in my soul could be chinked with a book.
I have heard that Paganism is for broken people, but life cracks everyone in some way. We are a religion of healing people.
The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale...
Like flowers blooming through cement, we, too, can grow beyond our cracks.
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete proving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk without having feet
Love? Dude. It’s like a fart. You don’t even know it's happening, but all of a sudden,it crawls up the crack of your ass and then the stink hits you.
Light precedes every transition. Whether at the end of a tunnel, through a crack in the door or the flash of an idea, it is always there, heralding a new beginning.
He searched for my gaze and the second he found it, I cracked a smile. “There it is.” He palmed his chest again and sighed. “All is right in the world again.
It would still be a long way until she was completely free, but the door had been cracked open and a smidgen of hope broke through the darkness.
Yeah, but most of the time I think being an adult is not all it's cracked up to be. I've always wanted to postpone growing up for as long as possible.
I half-expect to check out, but I'm really there for it. It's not like at the dance, angry and forced. It's terrible in its gentleness and he's just wasting it on me.
I am all for cracking down on inappropriate digital behaviour. Too often the connected world is an excuse for some coward hiding behind a keyboard to bully someone else.
