Goodbye, Christian," I murmur. "Ana, goodbye," he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken,a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I can change my mind and try to comfort him. The elevator d...
And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright and bright all haunt me. And the music... so much music-I cannot bear to hear any music. I am care...
I like my tea like I like my men,” I say. With the last name “Grey.” But I realize that’s too forward, so I add, “Black.” He raises an eyebrow. “I mean, not that I exclusively like black men,” I say, trying to recover. “I like other...
I remembered Papa talking about Stalin confiscating peasants' land, tools, and animals. He told them what crops they would produce and how much they would be paid. I thought it was ridiculous. How could Stalin simply take something that didn't belong...
People I didn't know formed a circle around me, sheltering me from view. They escorted me safely back to our jurta, undetected. They didn't ask for anything. They were happy to help someone, to succeed at something, even if they weren't to benefit. W...
Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.
Sometimes home is a person.
Who are the real monsters?
Life is a Rainbow of many shades and colours...
Make-up is all about shading; it's about tactical application.
Never have a companion that casts you in the shade.
If a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade.
He was smiling that smile I truly loved.
With lead he shaded love into the woman's eyes.
Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre
Im here and he’s not. That I’m alive and he’s…
Grey is the shade of life, like shadows.
There is only now. And look! How rich we are in it.
The true poem rests between the words.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
Hollywood needs to recognise all shades of African American beauty.
