Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.
Tanith LeeCondemned and executioner are not coupled in a primitive rite.
Tanith LeeIt was the forest’s fault. Those two handsome woodcutters. An evil place, the forest, everyone knew it, full of temptations and imps...
Tanith LeeI held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death.
Tanith LeeStichwörter: writing authorship
A rose by any other name
Would get the blame
For being what it is--
The colour of a kiss,
The shadow of a flame.
A rose may earn another name,
So call it love;
So call it love I will,
And love is like the sea,
Which changes constantly,
And yet is still
The same.
Stichwörter: love
She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.
Tanith LeeGo nowhere on a horse that fades.
Tanith LeeGo nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you.
Tanith LeeLes Vazdru ne pleurent pas.
- Chaque parole prononcée fut une larme.
If you run away from trouble, it always follows.'
Rather my impression, too. Though that never stopped me trying.
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