The voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, solitary, unanswered, breaking against rocks—so it sounded.
Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. “Hey, Dark Princess? Here’s your crap. Also, bite me.
Maddie breathed in deep, inhaling the scent of breakfast and dish soap, clean laundry and wood floors, sunshine and a room filled with love. It smelled like home.
She sounded like she really meant it, and I wondered if I actually was standing here on the sidewalk with her, and not still asleep in my room.
It had been too much for Edith to take and she had gone to her room so that her nieces wouldn't see her cry anymore.
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.
The children nodded in agreement, and rose from the table. Leaving their dirty breakfast dishes behind, which is not a good thing to do in general but perfectly acceptable in the face of an emergency.
His eyes burned with intensity. I wondered briefly if someone he knew was being held in that cold room that smelled like death. Someone he loved?
Sabine used to maintain that preparation for a dance is comparable to what goes on in the back room of a butcher's shop: the meat for consumption is sliced and dressed and put in nice little paper packages, ready for the kitchen.
I know one thing about men," Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to.
The pillow whistled across the room and smacked him in the face. Nicolas smiled, satisfied. If he was going to die, this was the man he wanted to die beside.
Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.
Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.
Fear gripped her like hands around the neck, the way it could only happen in an unfamiliar room in the pitch black of night.
"The less random stuff you hear about, the more room in your ears for music, that's what I always say" -Paisley
You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.
The night of my accident, when I opened my eyes and you were there? Seeing you again, Rebecca...It was like someone let the air back into the room.
Some man would come to her room. Maybe she would hesitate, and he'd grab her, pin her to the mattress, force her to cooperate.
Evil people can still keep promises. Many have done just that, girl, though they are usually not promises you ‘rational’ people wish them to keep.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
The minute you get a religion you stop thinking. Believe in one thing too much and you have no room for new ideas.
