R.S Grey Quotes
That wish - that prayer - both men and women would have scorned me for - "But, Father, Thou wilt not despise!" I said, and felt that it was true.
Of course. Silly me. Such a sad, exciting score, which no doubt you can play? So many accomplishments, Mr. Grey.”“And the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.
Between the lines of every book the writer reveals their own secrets.
Life would have been beautiful if there weren't any problems.
When you lose yourself in a book the hours grow wings and fly.
One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and pleasant weather.
Everything-less. The lack of everything. Synonym to nothing. I am everything-less without you.
Humans make art to remember and be remembered, ” said Caius. “Art is their weapon against forgetting.
It's not like you can just stop loving someone overnight
But sometimes even people who care about each other need some time apart.
You should enjoy the freedom. Sometimes a bit of time helps you see what matters.
Sometimes in life you just have to take a leap of faith.
Now and again. Good residency is about having the power to ask someone to do something, but not necessarily exercising it.
The strange paradox of science is that it does not explain reality, it explains our fantasy. It is a beautiful thing.
When he spoke of love, it was in the manner of someone who can recite a phrase in a foreign language but has no idea what it means. He only knows that it sounds pretty.
Time had taught him that whether his sins were pardoned or left unforgiven, they would remain committed. Tomorrow he would hopefully choose wiser, with a stronger measure of compassion.
He now realized that right and wrong were intertwined notions. His arms could not differentiate between just and unjust causes. They only knew that they were empty.
No, I'm the human here. I'm the life at stake. I'm the one with fingernails, who feels pain.Me.
Chromatacia…society…ruled by a colortocracy…social hierarchy based upon one's limited color perception, society is dominated by color. In this world, you are what you can see.
Self realization of strengths and weaknesses is the first step towards salvation.
Those that can be troubled to muse upon the meaning of life are general disappointed when they figure it out.
The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.
For myself, I favored the abstract. I collected not just obsolete terms and words, but ideas.
It’s exciting to watch young children read poetry for the first time. You can sense the wheels turning and you just know their brain is doing this wonderful thing called learning. It’s magical!
7. 3. 12. 31. 208: Reckless disrespect of the lightless hours will not be tolerated.
Do you trust me Ana?"Ana! "Yes, I do."I respond spontaneously, not thinking...because it's true-I do trust him."Well, then"he looks relieved. "The rest of this stuff is just details""important details
But the only thing worse than remembering the feel of Rose in his arms, the softness of her black and white feathers, the sound of her voice when she sang quietly to herself, would be forgetting it.
He would only be here one more night.And then back on deployment, whispered the dark part of my soul. He might never come back. You might be the last woman he ever has.
His mother was as frosty as the polar icecaps. His sister was gone. Who did he have that cared about him? Who would remind him that he mattered?
Icy fingers walked down my spine, and I realized I was trembling. I wanted this to stop. Wanted Jas to stop before he made this whole situation a million times worse, but I couldn’t speak.
when we're done, I'll be where the night never stopscradling a bruise that's shaped like youwondering why sleep never came to mewondering how I still dreamed
We're traveling into the territory of I don't care. Let's not take that trip, hmm?"Arrogant. Mean. Still gorgeous.
He waited at her side, staring... hovering. She had the distinct impression this man wasn't used to being disobeyed. My, but he was an irritating sea captain.
Make it stop, " Vincent murmured, coming out of sleep and pulling the blanket over his head. "I think your mutt is howling for you.
Come here, female!" a thundering voice called out to Sorvus. A thrill of excitement at this male's voice instantly shot up her spine. It is him, she thought. It is my Destoul.
Wharick is the king. I know you already knew that. And by the way, Exian's head in a bag? Gross gift for a king, just sayin'. (Breccan)