Finn leaped from his horse to greet Enna, and she entwined herself into him, their arms around each other, their faces close. Thoug they did not kiss, Rin thought that the way they looked at each other was even more intimate. 'Let's get married,' Enna was saying with yearning in her voice. 'Please, let's get married right now.' Finn put his face into her neck and whispered something that made her hum.
If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.
How could you miss it? Just the sound of her voice makes my chest feel tight, my face gets hot and my mouth goes dry whenever she's near. It's getting so bad, all I have to do is see her and I'm already thinking, 'What does she want? What can I do for her?' She's got some power over me, there's no question, and what else could it be? ~Razo
She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.
Ani felt a stirring, a hope, a winged thing waking up in her chest and brushing her heart with it's feathers.
He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.
She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.
Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.
...'Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first.
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre and adorable?" "Just like you." "With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes" "Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.
...Speaking of, I've been playing with the letters - Lovers In a Very Enlightened Regard." "LIVER. Good one." "Also, how about Life Invasion Via Exceptional Respect?" "Life Invasion. Like it." "Or Lovelike Intensity Via Emotional Rapport." "Doesn't that spell OLIVER?
I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna
Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?
A heart is a heart in a child or a man.
I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.
And new, too. Remade. Ready to move again. Listening was the start, she decided. Doing was the next step.
I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).
Make haste” Jane added, just because she always wanted to say that.
I'm not hopeless, that's the problem. I'm too hopeful, if anything ... I'm so thick-headed it's taken me this long to give up on men, but I can't give up completely, you know? So I ... I channel all my hope into an idea, to someone who can't reject me because he isn't real!
... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.
Why was the judgement of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than those of generally pleasant people?
Oh, but I like my geese. Like cats, they can't be told what to do, and like dogs, they're loyal, and like people, they talk every chance they get.
Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.
Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion.
I couldn't see what was real until time had washed away everything else.
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