I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
Libba BrayStichwörter: love
In this man’s smile was all the unfairness of the world in its thuggish seduction. “Just come with me. We’ll take care of you.”
“No, you won’t.” Taylor stroked the man’s cheek. She reached her arms up to cradle the back of his head and, with the skill of a champion, she broke his neck. Then she dragged him into the bushes, took his gun and walkie-talkie, and kept moving.
Stichwörter: champions
I’m a wild girl from a cursed line of women. I paw at the ground and run under the moon. I like the feel of my own body. I’m not a slut or a nympho or someone who’s just asking for it. And if I talk too loud it’s just that I’m trying to be heard.
Libba BrayStichwörter: girls
What did I do to make Mommy leave?”
“You didn’t do anything. This isn’t your fault.”
“Then why?” she’d wailed.
“I don’t know,” her daddy had said, and he looked so sad.
“It isn’t fair!”
“No, it isn’t, baby. Not by a mile. The world’s only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your own little cave, that’s one less fighter on the side of fair.
He's attracted to the smell of manure," Felicity says. "You might wallow in the stables to bring out the full flower of his love.
Libba BrayStichwörter: humor libba-bray rebel-angels felicity-worthington
He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?
Libba BrayI'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.
Libba BrayStichwörter: humor gemma-doyle libba-bray a-great-and-terrible-beauty felicity-worthington
I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it's strictly sherry.
Libba BrayStichwörter: humor drinking hangovers
One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.
Libba BrayStichwörter: truth love death libba-bray a-great-and-terrible-beauty miss-moore romantic-ideals
I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.
Libba BrayStichwörter: thinking gemma-doyle libba-bray a-great-and-terrible-beauty using-your-brain
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