The strange thing about magic is how easily one can feel familiar with it. Much like a dream, its message can infill the senses of the soul and persuade the consciousness in a way that is undeniable. As intoxicating as the musk of romance and as enli...
Her eyes fluttered open. She was lying in Sylvain's lap, his arms tight around her. She reached up and touched his face wonderingly. "Why are you crying?" she whispered. He didn't answer. Instead he rocked her like a baby, his face in her hair. Liste...
1045Her eyes fluttered open. She was lying in Sylvain's lap, his arms tight around her. She reached up and touched his face wonderingly. "Why are you crying?" she whispered. He didn't answer. Instead he rocked her like a baby, his face in her hair. L...
Tonight they granted at least one wish,” I whispered, and I lowered my head so our lips drifted over one another. “I love you Adam, no matter how lost you are…or I am…I will only ever love you.
There’s something of a restorative quality about spring, where something whispers wild rumors of new beginnings arising from the seemingly dead seeds in our lives. There’s something almost cruel about it all, as if there might be some sort of tru...
He’d mesmerized her, held her soul captive. And she couldn’t move. “Unless you want more than a dream,” he said. She did. “Will you stay?” he whispered. “Or will you go?” She stayed. Heaven help her, she stayed. And Michael showed her...
A woman once held a Canary in the palm of her hand and stroked her and whispered a careful warning. The canary, seeking some freedom to fly, went into the mine while the woman watched in worry. The mine was filled with toxic gases and the Canary bega...
[after everyone thinks that the wererabbit is dead and everyone is celebrating] Lord Victor Quartermaine: [whispering] I don't want to alarm anyone, but the beast isn't actually dead yet. PC McIntosh: [shouting through his loudspeaker] *The beast isn...
Rob: How does he do it, you ask. How does [stops, whispers] Rob: how does an average guy like me become the number one lover-man in his particular postal district? He's grumpy, he's broke, he hangs out with the musical moron twins... [shrugs]
[Eddie watching Minnesota Fats during their first game, whispers to Charlie] Fast Eddie: Boy, he is great! Jeez, that old fat man. Look at the way he moves: like a dancer... And those fingers, them chubby fingers. That stroke... it's like he's, uh, l...
Diego: The baby? Please. I was just returning it to its herd. Sid: Oh, yeah. Nice try, Bucktooth. Diego: You calling me a liar? Sid: I didn't say that. Diego: You were thinking it. Sid: [whispering, to Manny] I don't like this cat. He reads minds.
New Orleans Whore: [fearful whispering] It's a coffin, it's a coffin. Lestat: What's that, my love? New Orleans Whore: It's a coffin. Lestat: Why, so it is. You must be dead. New Orleans Whore: I'm not dead, am I? Louis: No, you are not dead. Lestat:...
Pvt. Petuko: [running into camp after the air attack] Hey, what happened Joe? Big Joe: What happened? Where the hell have you been? Pvt. Petuko: [whispering] I had to go! Big Joe: [shoves Petuko away] We all have to go!
Samuel Ludlow: [singing] As evening fell, a maiden stood, at the edge of a wood, in her hands laid the reins, of a stallion, and near I've seen, a girl as fair, heard a gentle voice anywhere, whisper, alas, she belong, belong to another, another, for...
Police Inspector: [whispering] Doctors... Lawyers... never get past 60 thousand rupees. He's won 10 million. [pause] Police Inspector: What the hell can a slumdog possibly know? Jamal Malik: [quietly] The answers. [spits out blood] Jamal Malik: [quie...
[through her camcorder, we see Christy walk into Mateo's empty room - we see the view out the window, and then Christy turns to see Ariel sitting on the couch, grief in her eyes] Ariel: [whispering sadly] He never said goodbye... Christy: What? Ariel...
I was just sitting in Target, just getting over my cold. I blew my nose and I see these people looking at me and kind of whispering and pointing. Finally, I went, 'Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? Do I have a booger on my face and no one...
Build my fear of what's out there And cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I'm insane They think our heads are in their hands But violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well He's getting bett...
Vespers Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed, Droops on the little hands little gold head. Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! Christopher Robin is saying his prayers. God bless Mummy. I know that's right. Wasn't it fun in the bath tonight? The cold's...
In all well-organised brains, the predominating idea—and there always is one—is sure to be the last thought before sleeping, and the first upon waking in the morning. Andrea had scarcely opened his eyes when his predominating idea presented itsel...
Can I have a final request in case I don’t make it?” “Anything.” “I haven’t been kissed in five years, kiss me Trajan,” she whispered. “I am so afraid.” Trajan slowly pushed his glasses onto the top of his head and brought his lips ...
