I left Hairball to his manic mantric singing. I walked toward the house and stopped to rub some white pine needles on my fingers. The evergreen smelled fresh and alive. The needles were long and soft to the touch. I looked back at Hairball. The moon ...
Reason and justice grip the remotest and the loneliest star. Look at those stars. Don’t they look as if they were single diamonds and sapphires? Well, you can imagine any mad botany or geology you please. Think of forests of adamant with leaves of ...
Well you’re not scary.” He chuckled. Clover grinned at her feet. “I s’pose could be.” She said in a low voice. This took Bailey by surprise, and he stopped rubbing the stone. “Whaddaya mean? What’s scary about you?” He asked, chucking...
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But ...
George Bailey: What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary. Mary: I'll take it. Then what? George Ba...
Oh, Moon, upon me shine- Give back his life, instead take mine. Send back his heart, return his breath. Please release him from his death. Give back his eyes, bring back his voice. I willingly have made this choice. Hand back his plans, restore his m...
Once in a very blue moon, John Tallow imagined his younger self standing down the timeline of his present life, bare toes curling in teenage beach sand, looking ahead to today and watching his future life collapse in on itself like a dying star. His ...
The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.
Asking's the easy bit. Then there's everything that comes after.
Real is better, The truth is better. Painful but better.
The love of every single one of my lives.
Fuck you and the paranormal horse you rode in on.
We are all only men, defined by our choices.
Without the dark we'd never see the stars.
There is Irish Spring, but there is no fall soap.
It's the fricking reality that destroys plans.
As dull as moon face, never seem to change.
I don't like it when I outweigh my men.
Make an impact ..make a substantial impact !''-Dalia Qutob
I wished on the moon, for something I never knew.
Scars can actually be proof of a healing wound.
