There is an old and very wise Native American saying: Every time you point a finger in scorn—there are three remaining fingers pointing right back at you.
The soul is the immortal part of us. It recycles, over and over again from what I've seen, but it never dies. We're meant to strive beyond the physical world, not... not settle for it and only it.
...if this Roman dude’s as bad as you say, then why are you lurking outside his store looking all charged and heated like a dog waiting for its owner?
The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.
Forgiveness is healing. Especially forgiving yourself
i love purple and blue!!!!!
Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.
As above, so below, as within, so without.
Whenever I look at me, all I see are things I'd like to change.
Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?
Gone surfing. Be back soon. -D
Mine. I'm on my side.
One more sign of how perfect Damen is—he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.
Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?
So cute how you called out for Damen after conjuring that chaste little love scene in your head.
Sometimes--sometimes it just hits me, you know? And, it's not getting any easier." I choke, my eyes flooding all over again. "I'm not sure that it will. I think you just get used to the feeling, the hollowness, the loss, and somehow learn to live around it
And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.
You can’t change the past, it just is
It means you got your glow on." He smiled, hovering right alongside me. "It means you're on your way.
He stops in his tracks, face expressing major disappointment. "Wait - seriously? That's it? We don't get to do a stealthy tiptoe as we slip around back? No sneaking through a cracked window, or arguing over who gets to crawl through the dogie door to let the other one in?
I swear he's just so freaking smoldering, you have to see him." She shakes her head, annoyed that I can't join in on the fun. "He's like combustible!
Damen's The One. Always has been. Always will be.
What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.
And I start to say, no. Start to ask him to please just take it off and put it away. Start to explain how it holds far too many memories for me. But then I remember what Damen said once about memories - that they're haunting things. And because I refuse to be haunted by mine - I just take a deep breath and smile when I say, "You know, I think it looks really good on you. You should defiantly keep it.
I look at him more than a little shocked by his words knowing how much he likes being right being in charge most people do.
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