H. S. Leigh Quotes
Trapped, cutting herself against the jagged edges of her emotions, she was a prisoner of her own spirit.
Do not try to understand. What I feel for you cannot be limited to words. I know that you have moved on with your life, yet I stand here, frozen in the midst of your spirit.
Despise your heart. I wanted to. I didn't want to grieve anymore, to feel loss or guilt, or worry. I wanted to be hard, calculating. I wanted to be fearless.
I’d learned to avoid mirrors. They never seemed to show me what I wanted to see.
I am slowly learning to pluck the flowers of my past from the weeds, and place them in the window where I can see them first. ~Call Me Tuesday
She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold.
I think the hard work of writing is just how long a book is terrible before it's good.
Because I am a doll, and a servant. Because I am a pretty thing and a soldier all the same.
I love him, and he loves me. And being together makes even the little things better.
Of course I'm jealous. I thought I was going to get to punch him. That isn't the point.
What is a miracle if not the manifestation of light where darkness is expected?
Tell me you like it, Olivia. Say the words. Tell me I'm the only one who can set your body on fire like this.
They fear as I once feared you, ” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina
David looked at me, then, the regret plain on his face. No matter what I said, we both knew the hard truth. We do our best. We try. And usually, it makes no difference at all
I will tell you a story, one I used to tell to a little boy with dark hair. A silent boy who rarely laughs, who listened more closely than I realized. A boy who had a name and not a title
And you can shove your apology. If it can come out of your damned mouth, then you can stand by it.
Transferring my anger and pain onto paper turns it into something tangible, something that can be shredded or burned, or at the very least, sealed shut in a box. ~Call Me Tuesday
The person she liked best didn't like her enough to want more of her, and she didn't want to pretend that wasn't awful.
She knew she should say something profound, something beautiful in response. Instead, she spoke the truth. "If we make it out of here alive, I'm going to kiss you unconscious.
Allow yourself to let go, surrender, and breathe in the beautiful world that is waiting for you just outside of your comfort zone.
(I)f you're not honest with yourself, life will never be honest with you.
She was a nice person, she really was, until someone ignorant decided to force that ignorance in her face, and then she just couldn't hold back.
She rested her head on his shoulder. "You're better than waffles, Matthias Helvar." A small smile curled the Fjerdan's lips. "Let's not say things we don't mean, my love.
When the urge to knock on a door strikes, it's your soul's desire for forward movement. So knock!
Men are not angels, ” Akhmar affirmed. “And so men have the chance to be noble, in a way that angels cannot.
He is not coming back." And it hurt.It hurt until she was a mass of pain, worse than it had been when she thought he was dead. More all consuming. Ravaging her insides.
The only competition in art is the search for truth. No matter who gets there first, we all win.
Our story has been told, our song has been sung.You're a road I’ve already traveled, and from it, I have moved on."Already Traveled
I offer you my soulWithin are my flawsMy grace, my kindnessMy love for you"The Offer
I want to show my sins withinTo help make me sinless, once again"What I Want
And when I feelthe masks beneathcrumble and fade withtime I build new onesto replace the old."Masks"- Sins Within
so quiet now my dearest knightyour armor shines white stillfor my lips shall not say the wordsthat make you flee with fear"White Knight
I can no longer trust in this loveIt has fallen like the saints aboveAll because of your sweet liesYou sang them like a lullaby"Phoenix
I promise, Matthias. I'll take you home.""Nina, " he said, pressing her hand to his heart. "I am already home.
There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.
I don't know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.
My author role model is Kurata Misako. I want to be rich enough to drive from room to room in my home but also down to earth enough to let squirrels live in my hair.
Are you going to sit or are you afraid I’ll suck your blood?”“No, I am not afraid.”“Then come sit next to me.” ~ Trent and Kiara: Scarred
The cloaked figure leaned over and I turned my head just as I heard the crack of bones.
I bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to hit him. Not just for his presumptuousness, but for the way my heart jumped to my throat at his words and how his eyes looked me over.
You can come if you want, but I'm going with or without you.Unless you're scared?
I ate a rabbit for you.""Is that supposed to be romantic?""Why? Do you want it to be romantic?"Trent and Kiara, Scarred
They say there is a fine line between love and hate. I once loved Kaleib like a brother, now I hated him with the same conviction.
Her voice.That's what drew me to her. It was gorgeous, perfect, angelic.Ironic, that a demon should be drawn to the voice of an angel.
Keep a relentless eye on your goals! Perseverance, joyful dedication, and unwavering focus will get you there!
Survival wasn't nearly as hard as he'd thought once he left decency behind.