It may be our actions that define us, but it is our reaction that changes the course of things.
A bond between souls is ancient – older than the planet.
I’ll never let go of you again,” she whispered. “I swear it.
How we take it for granted – those trivial conversations; those mundane moments that we think hold no meaning. We never realise how much we rely on the ordinariness of everyday life. When love is gone – when our entire world is gone – only then do we understand those moments are what we live for.
It’s only through the degradation of the soul that you can know who you really are; when all else is stripped away, leaving you bare.” Somehow, his black eyes darkened, the venom in his words more deadly than a viper’s bite. “Let me degrade you, Katherine.
Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows.
Don’t be sorry for the truth. A harsh truth is less damaging than a tender lie, and the worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
God, no. I don’t want to tame her, I want to watch her. I just want to watch her be herself – it turns me on like nothing else.
Maybe I should be still; accept my fate. But I have tasted freedom, known love – I have had choice and learnt what it is to have a human heart, not just a compliant one.