I think I liked you better when you were a raging idiot.
Alethea KontisStichwörter: enchanted alethea-kontis velius-morana
They say that secrets live at the bottom of a wine bottle. Mama had made it there the night before, slow glass by slow glass, but she'd never spoken a word.
Alethea KontisStichwörter: drinking secrets enchanted alethea-kontis
If the bird was made, it chose to be made. It's here because it chooses to be with you.
Alethea KontisStichwörter: magic enchanted alethea-kontis trix
Everything in the world was about creativity: belief and creation. Storytelling was the essence of both.
Alethea KontisStichwörter: creativity storytelling enchanted alethea-kontis
Her heart was an invalid convinced that it would not survive many more sunsets.
Alethea KontisStichwörter: broken-heart enchanted alethea-kontis
People were supposed to cry at weddings; they just weren't supposed to cry because they suspected that the bride was going to die.
Alethea KontisStichwörter: enchanted alethea-kontis
He was furious with himself for having lived these last days on a wish. On a lie. A kiss does not make the future. Love alone does not make a life.
Alethea KontisStichwörter: love fairy-tales enchanted alethea-konthis
Any other brushes with insanity you haven't thought to mention?
Alethea KontisStichwörter: humor erik enchanted alethea-kontis
I know essentially you're some kind of enchantress. Maybe you're still serving your apprenticeship, but you're an enchantress all right. Probably I'd get used to you in time. Right now, it's only my demonic will that's keeping me playing it mighty cool.
Margaret WayStichwörter: magic enchanted will-power enchantress
Someone is pounding on a door within you and hoping for an answer. They want to tell us the secret tale of ourselves. The stories we’ve never told.
Some African tribes believe if you were to tell someone your entire story the audience would actually become you. From then on, the only life the teller would have would be in and through the listener. Some believe this is the relationship between Jesus and his disciples.
How I wished for my story to be blemish free. How I wished to be a good-natured soul giving back to the world, regardless of how broken I was. In the end, it’s those things we are willing to die to change that sculpt our story.
Some people open the floodgates of their minds and hearts so memories burst forth like water through a breached dam. Pieces of our lives can be found among the floating wreckage, and somewhere, the presence of God hovers over the surface of the deep.
Inside, I am treading, biding my time, waiting for the magic I thought I owned as a child. Many seek this enchantment. I sought my wife, daughter and the power to conjure hope.
Stichwörter: stories hope story jesus secrets memories doors audience tale african enchantment enchanted tribe
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