Belle saw now that his gruff, sometimes-frightening exterior masked a kind and loyal heart.
A pretty girl must please the world. But an ugly girl? She’s free to please herself.
Sunlight filtered through the glass panes from the waters above, waking the feathery tube worms clustered around the room. They burst into bloom, daubing the walls yellow, cobalt blue, and magenta. Th...
She was safe. She was warm and well fed.She was furious.
I'll give her the chance to change the path she is on. The chance to make her path.Fool, said the crone. You understand nothing of mortals. We Fates map out their lives because they wish it. Mortals...
How could she explain to them what her swashbuckler clothes meant to her?... She saw herself - being braver and stronger than she'd ever thought she could be.
Have you ever tried to stop her from doing something she wants to do?' Desiderio asked.Mahdi sighed. 'Yeah, actually, I have,' he said. 'No further explanation needed.
El mundo sigue adelante, estúpido y brutal.Pero yo no.Yo no.
Защото Бог ни обича, но дяволът се интересува от нас
You will stop Chance from taking hold of the girl? asked the mother.The crone smiled grimly. No, I cannot. But I will do what we Fates have always done. I will stop the girl from taking hold of a chan...
Well it seems to me that there are books that tell stories, and then there are books that tell truths..., I began.Go on, she saidThe first kind, they show you life like you want it to be. With villain...
We all make mistakes, Lucanos said. The danger lies in letting those mistakes make us.Make us what? asked Belle.Make us believe we can't put things right. Make us think there's no hope. Make us give u...
They gave their hearts to their businesses, not their wives; that’s why they were all so damned rich.
The blue whale was so magnificent and her song so beautiful, that Becca’s heart swelled. She felt Marco’s hand tighten on hers and knew he felt the same way. She turned to him, but Marco wasn’t lookin...
From the moment he held her, and looked into her eyes, he was a changed man. He'd held that tiny girl in his arms that moment; he would hold her in his heart forever. p. 20 Joe Bristow on being a fath...
Es una pena que no entienda que la música vive. Eternamente. Que es más poderosa que la muerte. Más poderosa que el tiempo. Y que su fuerza te sostiene cuando ya no hay nada que pueda sostenerte.
Липсваш на Ник. И на мен – казвам ми той. След това ме прегръща. Хората често правят това. Мислят си, че помага. Така е, но за тях.
Up in the high palace, my mother is weeping.She storms and rages. Tears at her hair.She died thus, driven insane by war and the loss of her ancestral lands....I embrace her. Mother, why do you rage so...
The Six Who Ruled live inside each of you. - Vraja
Do you imagine that simply because one madman is gone, there are no more? Yes, Robespierre is dead. And Marat. Saint-Just. Hébert. But there are always more, waiting on the wings. History always throw...