The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?
Christine FeehanStichwörter: alone lonely crowd
-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die?
-Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.
Stichwörter: wind cage die-trust
Someone needs to drag you kicking and screaming into this century.
Christine FeehanIf you are a vampire, then a vampire is not the creature of the legends.
Christine FeehanStichwörter: vampire legends creatures
You are the leader here. Obviiusly your skills are far superior to mine. I don't think I could fit into your life. I'm a loner, not the first lady.
Christine FeehanStichwörter: life loner lady fit
-Mikhail?...Try making suggestions next time, or just plain asking. You go do whatever it is you're doing, and I'll go search you extensive library for a book on manners.
-You will not find it.
-Why am I not surprised?
Stichwörter: manners book library order suggest
I'm putting up a great front, then because I feel like I'm breaking apart inside.
Christine FeehanStichwörter: inner-pain
She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.
Christine FeehanStichwörter: life love soul heart
Music burst through him, perfect notes he hear rarely. Fire and ice, wind and calm, sky and earth, water and rock all fused together. Joley seemed as wild and turbulent s the sea, yet beneath her fiery passion, at the very core of her, she was as forceful and strong and as constant as the deepest ocean currents. Ilya seemed as calm as a windless sea, yet beneath the surface smoldered a volcano of such explosive magnitude, his power could easily sweep everything from his path. Together they completed each other, his melody and hers merging together into a single, perfect harmony.
Christine FeehanStichwörter: calm sea wind harmony perfect
She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark, almost black, filled with pain. She'd let someone do that to her. She'd known all along she felt things too deeply. She became attached. She didn't want a lover who could walk away from her, because she could never do that - love someone completely and survive intact if her left her.
Christine FeehanStichwörter: love hurt feel leave
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