Face says one thing. Body says another. I listen to the body. Keeps me alive.
There’s no such thing as a dirty fight when you’re fighting to win.
Powerful, often brilliant beyond comprehension, most of the time he was a wildly emotional hot mess.
The only thing that keeps us rooted in the past is our refusal to embrace the present.
Gwen started to speak, but he laid a finger to her lips. “Please, lass, just kiss me. No more words. There have been enough of them between us.” He paused before adding quietly, “If you have aught to say to me, let your heart speak now.
I like women. I want them to feel good. It’s practically been my mission in life.
Argue for your limitations, you make them yours. Together, we’re going to argue for your possibilities.
Her eyes are different. Wary, guarded, tinged with that human emotion I despise the most: regret.
In the great pasture of life there are really only four kinds of creatures: sheep, as Dani likes to call them; shepherds who try to guide the sheep and keep them on the straight and narrow; sheepdogs who run them from field to field, prevent them from straying, and fight off the predators that come to slaughter and feast; and wolves, savage, fierce, and a law unto their own.
Keltar mates ne’er come easily to their men. Some travel distances too vast and strange to fathom, others travel but a short path, though a far distance in their hearts. Most resist every step of the way, yet for each Keltar, one woman will make that journey. ‘Tis up to the Keltar to claim her.
Maybe it was silent because it was gone. Maybe my lake had swallowed it and neutralized it. I was inundated with maybes lately. Limp noodley things you could do nothing with.
Turn your head for me and I’ll kiss you as a woman should be kissed.
Dude, the bush is ready. Why you still beating around it?
I’d take some peace and quiet. A beautiful girl.” He laughed. “A good book.
That sounds suspiciously like faith in me,” he mocks. “You see faith where only a challenge has been issued. Will you fail?
Because what he showed me is that he sees the same things in her I do. He knows she’s worth waiting for. And when it’s time, he intends to be the one. That’s why he’s keeping her close. To those of us who live forever, a few years isn’t long to wait.
And, although you think the memory of the battle won will be a pleasure – if it is a pleasure, you’ve lost the war.
Lines are thin. So easy to cross. Impossible to uncross.
Everything else falls away except for the family you’re born into, choose, or make; the circle of love you’ll die to protect and keep near you. The only thing that keeps us rooted in the past is our refusal to embrace the present.
I’ve never been nonplussed before but I know the definition and I imagine this must be what it feels like. It’s not quite flummoxed, or bewildered. Words have subtle nuances. A year or two ago I might have been flabbergasted. This is a slightly different kind of stymied. Yes. I think it’s nonplussed.