History knows no scruples and no hesitation. Inert and unnering flows towards her goal. History knows herway. She makes no mistakes.
The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?
Don Quixote could never manage without his patient servant Sancho Panza.
She wasn't to know there was no room for Soren - or any other boy - in my heart. There was only one boy taking up that place. Luca.
Holy men tell us life is a mystery. They embrace that concept happily. But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.
Elena gasped back, "I can touch the ground!" "I can see you touching it!", Bonnie exclaimed with tears of joy.
And to see the white flash of Klaus's eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled. From an empty sky.
Problem was, he couldn’t masturbate his sexual desires away because he’d fry off his cock." Hector
There is no reason to feel embarrassed, Krysta." "Easy for you to say! You weren't caught mentally checking out my package!" ~ Étienne and Krysta
Sweetie, I’m not a flowers and chocolates kind of gal,” she said, leaning into him. “Well, maybe the chocolate.” “I was going to say.” — Krysta and Étienne
And it didn't matter. It wouldn't make a fucking difference if I dropped to the floor and started crying like a baby. No point in panicking. No point in breaking. No point in anything at all.
'You're like starlight,' Cam whispered, and his teeth scraped up my jaw. I shivered. 'I could lose myself in you.'
I didn’t spend my whole summer training with Anwar and him on a deserted island in the Baltic sea to stand here and do nothing.
You’re a gorgeous siren who could lure anybody into your arms. But I must go before I deliciously fall under your spell.
No matter what your origin or beliefs, rather adolescent or full grown. Thoughts are scribed in pencil but actions are carved in stone
When you are touched by a calling, answer on the first ring. As time passes the volume decreases until it is silenced forever by our allotted time.
I don’t just want a gripping story line. I shoot for the three dimensional literary Braille to a silent Scorsese movie
Valuing knowledge above all else results in a lust for power, and that leads men into dark and empty places.
Loneliness, dejection, the contempt or pity of people around you--these are unpleasant feelings. But they are precisely the things that produce genuine Dark Ones.
Are you afraid of the dark?” I asked. “No. Monsters aren't real. This is real. I'm scared of what could happen when the lights go out.
She is mine.' Edward’s low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before. 'I didn’t say I would fight fair.
