Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.
We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn’t change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.
It’s okay. You’re going to save me, Miss Maylene.” The girl gave her a genuine look of happiness. “I know it. I knew if I found you everything would be okay.
Life is too short to read books that I’m not enjoying.
Talking won’t change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.
Do you remember those days? Back porch, sunshine, mason jars” – she paused at remembered sweetness – “we were so foolish then…thinking there was a big ol’ world out there to conquer.
What is it doing to me? Will the darkness consume me?
We are what we are, Nial, neither as good or as evil as others paint us. And what we are doesn’t change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.
He pulled something out of his pocket and tried to stick it in her arm. A needle. He’d offered her hope, but then he was trying to hurt her. Poison. She pushed him away. “That wasn’t nice.
You are my king. You could command me to stop seeing her.”Niall turned his gaze to Irial. “What would yo
Whatever this fearlessness, this strength, this difference was, she was starting to like it.
But I want to be near you always,” he reminded her.”But you’ll lose everyone else, and…””I want forever with you.” Seth lifted her chin so he was able to look directly into her eyes. “The rest will fall into place if I can be with you.
Rejoice as summer should…chase away sorrows by living.
One hundred eighty days, Aislinn. Seth’s been gone for one hundred eighty days, and I’ve watched you try to pretend it doesn’t hurt for every one of them. Can’t I try to make you happy?