Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties...
All his gentleness, all his kindness, all the bright shining gorgeousness of his love, he had always given to someone else.
White for light. White for love. White for forever.
There she saw the tiny princess, the fairest of the (is) land, sitting on her rickety throne, her hair as blue as the ocean, eyes as dark as night, and lips as pink as roses. Her hair was pulled back...
She made her choice. She loved Oliver. Jack was not hers to love, and never had been.
She had to be honest. And this was where the truth hurt. She wanted to see Jack Force again. But it was agony
Schuyler grasped it tightly. She would never let go. Not in this lifetime.
Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.
It was true what they said about mothers and sons: it was a special bond, a mutual admiration society.
It was time to say good-bye. Jack sent.
It is good to be busy. Being busy takes our mind off being in love at the wrong time, in the wrong place and with the wrong guy.
It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.
Ingrid dresses more like a librarian than any librarian in the history of libraries.
I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.
I give myself to you. she whispered. No. Not yet, he sighed. If not now, when?... Time might be running out for me. For us.
He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.
Funny thing, losing your virginity; it sounded like she’d misplaced it somewhere, like she lost it at the mall, or dropped it on the street.
Feelings, which aren’t always rational, have their own life span and sometimes, for whatever reason, need to be lived out.
Excuse me? she sent. What’s this all about? She looked around suspiciously, but the library was full of Auradon students diligently working on their Virtues and Values term papers on computer terminal...
Es el reto al que nos enfrentamos todos. ¿Qué podemos hacer para mejorar nosotros y este país? ¿Qué podemos hacer para ser recordados? ¿Quiénes queremos ser?