The love of her life dissolved into dreams.
Never say never, dear. You might be surprised at what you can do, should circumstances dictate.
And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future-you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get nice house.
I don’t think we’ll get caught, but the very possibility is half the fun.
I know he wants to get serious. He’s definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.
I do have friends, but they don’t know me, only someone I’ve created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out.
Love is only found in books.
The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.
Sometimes I’m not so sure just who I am either.
I am different. And I don’t understand exactly how. And I don’t understand just why.
I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary ‘in love’ is indefinable.
I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?
Evil is not intrinsic. It’s fashioned.
How odd, to suddenly glimpse a facet of me I didn’t know existed. I guess it really isn’t all that unusual to surprise oneself with an ugly bit of ego.
Must be nice to have that kind of unshakable belief in a merciful higher power.
Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time.
BEAUTIFUL is stark, disquieting and, quite simply, riveting. Amy Reed is an author to keep on your radar.
Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?
Can a dream be wrong? Aren’t dreams God’s way of telling you things?
Face red, but brave in spite of it, Ethan offered an even smaller box. My hands shook as i opened it. Set in a gold promise ring, three small diamonds glittered. One for you, one for me, one for us, he said sweetly. I love you.