Laura Whitcomb Quotes

That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.

I would do anything to stay beside you forever.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone.

Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you're dead.

To desperately hope," I whispered James let out a breath. "To gratefully believe.

i felt my being flutter. each tousled head that came through the door i wanted to be his, but no and on, a dozen boys entered, yet not the one.

he was watching me and when our eyes met, i had no fan to cover my face, no way to hid my feelings. i was desperate for him, and he could see it, all the way in me.

i would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.

Books are boring," James said as he wrote. "They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

...You deserve to be happy. What can I do?" Don't send me away, I thought. He looked at me again. "What do you want?" "I want to taste an apple," I said. And your lips, I thought.

Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.

I had asked her for help, and she had sent me to the lions. I knew that she was trying to save her little girl, but sometimes mothers with the best intentions kill their daughters all the same.

Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping.

Books are boring, " James said as he wrote."They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, " I offered.

Perhaps I couldn’t tickle the inside of his ear, but I could reach the mysterious curves of his mind.

I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen.

A sea of dreams trapped in a span of pressed pages

As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.

It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.