I can't help but watch his lips as they cover the opening of the bottle that my lips were just touching. We're practically kissing.
This is a door that the Lord holds open for you. Walk through it. He who has called shall also equip. Everything you lack shall be provided.
Why the hell didn't faerie food come with a warning written in bold letters: MADE IN LA LA LAND. EATING WILL OPEN YOU UP TO FAERIE ATTACKS.
And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face. Having a ghost boyfriend WAS weird
Your pain could be God prying open your life and heart to remove a gift of His that you've been holding on to more dearly than Him.
Christians walk as strangers in the world: They are untamed. They are free. To persevere with love, yet untamed by man, is often what leaves that open space for divine revelation when God so wills.
Remain open-minded, even when you believe yourself to be a king among peasants. You never know what blessings can be gained or crises averted just by listening.
If one's safety is threatened, one often finds courage one didn't know one had, and the eldest Baudelaire found she could be brave enough to open the door.
...a more open and honest appraisal of the true nature of Silicon Valley and its opportunities as well as the many problems.
Her mouth was a gash of red, like the torn-open stomach of a sacrifice, bloody and oracular. Behind it her teeth shone sharp and white as bone.
It is understandable you would want to come back as yourself into a wonderland with the sharpness of colour of the Queen of Hearts in a newly opened pack of cards. But coming back as yourself is resurrection. It is uncommon.
It was beautiful, Mabel knew, but it was a beauty that ripped you open and scoured you clean so that you were left helpless and exposed, if you lived at all.
Open scatter is more fundamental than coupled sharing; it is the stuff from which, on splendid occasions, dialogue may arise.
You're absolutely gorgeous. But you look too empty." Holding her gaze he slid his thumbs in to circle the rim of her opening. "Want something to fill you up?
Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.
Eleanor," Daniel said. "Miss Fitt! Wake up!" I fluttered my eyelids open. "I'm not a misfit anymore," I rasped. "I thought I told you that.
Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.
Her secret? It is every artist's secret--passion. That is all. It is an open secret, and perfectly safe. Like heroism, it is inimitable in cheap materials.
Every moment you are open, as a humble student, you are surrounded with infinite possibilities of choice.
When you are broken open you get to discover for the first time what is inside you.
I opened my arms to embrace you, Never realizing when you glided into my prana, To be within me, To be the source of my energy.
