I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.
Thou shalt not steal. I seem to recall that being one of God’s I’d rather you didn’t lest I have to smite you into ash commandments.
The world is a lie...not you and me.
These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.
My misery is reaching epidemic proportions.
The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.
How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.
I am dying a thousand cruel and unusual deaths as fifty pairs of eyes take me in, size me up like something that should be hanging over a fireplace in a gentleman's den.
No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?
When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.
How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.
Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.
Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.
He plants his feet stubbornly, adopting what he must think is an heroic post. He's just begging for a pigeon to fly by and relieve itself.
I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
We're all damaged somehow."-A Great and Terrible Beauty
The sun has blessed you," Sarita used to say. "Look how he has left his kisses on your face for all to see and be jealous." "The sun loves you more," I said, rubbing my hands over her dry arms, the color of an aged wine gourd, and she laughed. But this is not India and we are not prized for our freckles here. The sun is not allowed to show his love.
I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.
Around us the night creatures have their say. We are surrounded by a symphony of crickets and frogs. Neither of us feels the need to speak, and I suppose that is one of the qualities I find comforting in Kartik. We can be alone together.
I am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?
Eve didn't choose to eat the apple. She was tempted by the serpent." "Yes," I argue, thoughts coming out half-formed. "But...she didn't have to take a bite. She chose to.
All things are possible.
When I dream, I dream of him.
We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark.
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