R. Rose Quotes
You are too young, I think, to understand yet the nature of desire. You know what it is to want, perhaps even to yearn, but true desire is something else entirely.
That, ” Adriana said, “is a puzzling mystery that must be solved.
She held herself until the sobs of the child inside subsided entirely. I love you, she told herself. It will all be okay.
Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first... and last lips I ever kiss.
Khalid would break every bone in your body for what you've done.
You deserve someone who will feel you at her side without needing to see you. And I've only felt that way about one boy.
I stared at my lap. I wished I were confident, I wished I were brave. I wished he didn’t scare me. But the more he spoke the less I wanted to look away, and the more I did.
It had never occurred to me that simply being with a fellow prisoner would make me feel like I was still in prison.
I have two rules I follow religiously:#1. Don't sweat the small stuff.#2. It's all small stuff.
Desperation brings out the darkness in everyone, " the man said with a shrug.
They were the flash of light in a stormy sky, the fleeting darkness before dawn. Never have they existed before, nor shall they ever exist again.
I looked into those eyes and I saw nothing. It was like staring straight into the Underworld. Like he aches to return to where he came from.
This city is yawning before me, but I'm not tired.
At the end of the day, ” he continued, “although many believe in fate, it’s those who go through life with independent thought alone who are the strongest.
Irony: Taking a 170-year-old envy-based "philosophy, " which has led to the murder of several hundred million human beings and the oppression of billions more, and calling it "progressive".
You are so much a part of me that it physically hurts when you are away--like I can't fully breathe until you are back again.
You are the reason my heart beats. Your love is my lifeline, and I'm not about to give it up - not now - not ever!
I played the part well, but I was as fake as a California tan on an Alaskan cheerleader.
You are mine, November. Until the day you leave this earth, you are mine.
Be dangerous, darling, for the whole world rises and falls at your feet.
I have a present for you.” He raised his eye brows. “I don’t like your surprises.” “You’ll like this one. Close your eyes.
Velva’s face glowed in the streetlight. “Sir Sun, don’t you see? I am your violent violet. And you are mine.
Love is always worth the risks, even when, especially when, it scares you.
Velva wasn’t merely a rose among the thorns, the lily of the valleys, she was Empress amongst the stars and planet.
I snipped the cherries but left the banana.” She gave him a knowing look. “God, ” said Sir Sun. “No, not God. Me. I did it.” She pointed at herself.
You're elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, there's a fire in you that I use to warm my hands on chilly mornings.
Random thoughts that fly away. Where words has no place to stay. Let it be right where they are. Let the work of art preserve its life.
Ghosts are just our minds telling us that subconsciously we feel guilty about something we should have done, would have done, but never took the time!
This was why I hated beautiful people. They build you up and then they destroy you. And we let 'em.
I could go to a dozen houses, scrape away the dirt, and find his footprints, but my own prints evaporated before I ever looked back.
He is, or has been, in many ways a great man. But for this very reason he is odd. It is only petty men who seem normal.
Greatness does not approach him who is forever looking down". My eyes are seeing through what the ordinary men call a mirage!
Can one come 2 conclusions, Before the question is conceived?
There are parents who use their small children as weapons. They are weak people. Sick people. And their children are watching them, watching how Mom and Dad use them as weapons.
Ask any child who failed to live up to his parents’ idea of success, and you’ll likely hear that they never felt good enough, or that their parents had expectations that they could not live up to.
In the newspapers the row about the prospect of genetically modified food raged on, and yet here were consumers effectively demanding lambs with four back legs.
It's frustrating to witness how popular Fairtrade bananas, coffee and tea have become with shoppers and supermarkets while plenty of unfair trade goes on, largely unnoticed, in our own back yard.
Were we all like that? Were we all trying to change how we looked on the outside to match how we felt on the inside? Were we all trying to change how people saw us?
You can't change who you are, can you? That would require changing the people who made you along the way. That would mean discrediting everything they ever gave you.
After all, hadn't she been the one to pursue him? And Madame Dupuy had done it with a vigor that most women would have been too ashamed to display.
...men are monsters all, and something in them wants to force others to see the world the same way they see it.
Some of the best stories start out with a person who absolutely does not want anything to do with an adventure.
Every good story needs a good, bad and lost soul. A people to fight for, an item to turn the tide of battle, an enigmatic character, a motivator/mentor, and an unlikely reluctant hero.
Never give in to the Darkness. The Light will shower you with gifts, until you let down your guard. The Darkness will only Overbear. Darkness overcomes, Darkness conquers. But Light Destroys.
Leave before I have to rip your eyes out with my dull Lady Bic razor.