She needed this. For the comfort, for the love, for all the glorious things she did not deserve and yet could not stop herself from wanting.
It doesna matter the direction necessity forces ye to take in life, it matters which way ye go when ye have a choice.
A single bead of water rolled along the length of his spine and glided down the powerful lines of his body. Mariel moistened her lips and watched its seductive descent, overwhelmed with the temptation to trace its path with the tip of her tongue.
She was smooth and beautiful under his rough, callused hands-an amorous balm to soothe the ugliness of war.
It’s going somewhere without ever taking a train or ship, an unveiling of new, incredible worlds. It’s living a life you weren’t born into and a chance to see everything colored by someone else’s perspective. It’s learning without having to face consequences of failures, and how best to succeed... I think within all of us, there is a void, a gap waiting to be filled by something. For me, that something is books and all their proffered experiences.
Deeper still was the profound understanding for mankind as she lived in the minds of the characters. Over time, she had found such perspectives made her a more patient person, more accepting of others. If everyone had such an appreciation for their fellow man, perhaps things such as war would not exist.
It is through books that we can find the greatest hope, he had.
The spine, not yet stretched, creaked open, like an ancient door preparing to unveil a secret world.
Books are what have brought us together. A love of the stories within, the adventures they take us on, their glorious distraction in a time of strife.
You can’t save the world, but keep trying in any small way you can.
There was a special scent to paper and ink, indescribable and unknown to anyone but a true reader. She brought the book to her face, closed her eyes and breathed in that wonderful smell.
Ugliness in a person was not born, but created.
Perhaps that is the draw of books.” James put his hand over hers. “To show us the way even when we think the path is too dark to see.
No one told her finishing the book would leave her so bereft. It was as though she’d said goodbye for the last time to a close friend.
Never apologize for feeling.