She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.
Helen Sustained many falls throughout her life. But as you can see, she steps right up and keeps on going. Falling to her is as natural as sneezing to us
We've been here before. She knows I won't stop until she screams. Her pride won't let her scream until she's on the cusp of death.
Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous.
As a man, I instantly became aware of the gold in her hair, her height measured against mine, and how easily she'd fit in my arms. ~Ren
I wrapped the unyielding woman I loved in my arms & kissed her slowly, hoping that some part of her would sense my absolute devotion." #Ren
He was her father after all. True, a father whose funeral rite she planned to dance at and toast with ale, but her father just the same.
I died on a bitter cold night. Beneath a black sky and a bruised winter moon, I tried to fly, hoping my arms might act as wings.
Alessandra approached the geniuses of the past to give them life with her attention, which was the form her affection took: paying attention.
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.
In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him.
She pushed my chest like she wanted me off of her, but her fingers had my shirt clutched in them and I knew she was full of shit. She wanted me.
In her orchard the trees had been born from deaths; they marked and grew from the remains of the children that had passed through her.
...her own experience was beginning to tell her that an alert old age can be more keen than the cards.
A godly mother loves God with all her heart, soul, mind, and strength, and teaches her children to do the same.
It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.
She placed her hands, one on each of his shoulders, stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips. He waited, enjoying the moment like none before.
I can't do this to you,' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me,' she said.
I didn't begin life hating my grandmother. Like every child, I adored her. Until I formed a brain and got to know her.
She believes in love, in destiny and she knows ...she feels her prince in her destiny. She just has to wait for the right time.....
She expressed an opinion that the happiness of a woman in Paradise is beneath the soles of her husband's feet,' he enlightened humorously, seemingly not at all averse to her obvious desire to be comforted.
