L.G.A. McIntyre Quotes
Retirement with its open canvas, is an especially opportune time to cultivate expanded experiences.
Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.
She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn’t deserve.
Once upon a time, he might’ve chased her and tumbled her in the sheets with the promise of more in the future.
A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.
My dad had always said to not trust something unless it’s taken a tumble in the dirt. He’d meant it for people, and for things. Shiny and new didn’t exist for humankind any more.
Her lips against his, the sun soaking into their skin, and the sweet, fragrant breezes that wafted through this isolated picnic area was nothing short of perfection.
Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn’t want to surface.
Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.
Geoff’s arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S. British-Craphole.
As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.
He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.
Ice upon ice, and yet, inside, she melted and mourned all the same.
Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn’t care who was cut in the process.
He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.
What bothered me the most was the hesitation in his voice when he said that— like he was running out of time.
They dabbled in dark magic like finger painters in first grade art class, and then most of them were either killed by their creations or ran the other way from the nightmares they unleashed.
She would never forget how his soul was lonely as the moon they’d met under, and how, for several brief moments, she’d been able to chase the loneliness away.
Truth be told, loneliness had seeped into her bones with the passing of time until it had become her normal way of life.
Despite the way she rallied, the haunted look in her eyes was enough to break him, as lost and lonely as an abandoned child’s.
If you’re supposed to work with someone, I’d recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was “tense.
She killed to get the dream she wanted, then found out it didn't want her back.
May as well have ox blood running through those veins, ” I added, “You’re as stubborn as one.
The night had darkened to the murky sort where the air hung like descending clouds and the overhead branches made the liquid darkness even more impenetrable.
The jury’s still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.
This one sank deep into her marrow and made her heart soar like the shuttles piercing the stratosphere.
Aggression like this demanded slinging the first punch in a bar brawl, firing rounds at a range, or setting a car on fire.
The sharp light of the stars and moon sliced away her misconceptions and pared down their layers until the feelings that had always existed between them lay bare.
Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.
The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea. I always chose the sea.
The human heart needs only the bare elements to survive, the human brain wants to the limitlessness of tolerance. Finding yourself is a matter of pitching your tent in the middle.
Being inside this cottage, with dark wooden walls and hand-carved furniture like my own home, cast a darkened stain onto my heart.
Jev was certain the words “should’ve known better” would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.
He looked so frustrated and perfectly serious, and yet here we were talking about his missing seal pelt.
You’ve never had someone you love snatched, ” I shot back, annoyed by her ignorance. “Any sense of safety kind of bites it after that. You watch your back because no one else can.
She was the type who chased, who danced into your life like a spring storm, and left you battered and quaking in the wake.
She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell—even the stars didn’t stand a chance.
As she’d walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she’d yearned for every night.
He’d never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.
He might have perfect form and better swordsmanship, but I had one thing on my side that stacked the deck in my favor. I was absolutely crazy.
Overhead the sliver of a moon barely illuminated anything and shadows slunk on every corner.
Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night.
The Cottage Diner’s homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.
Sorry, one night stands don't stack up as credentials for tending bar.
Whatever crimes this man had committed, they weren't as egregious as his inflated self-image.
We’d never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.