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.
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 may be our actions that define us, but it is our reaction that changes the course of things.
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.
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.