He’d never get over her. He knew that without hesitation or doubt. He loved her. As deeply as it was possible to love another person. And God, he wanted her. Every day. In hit life. As much a part of him as he would be of her.
Maya BanksStichwörter: love rush maya-banks
And maybe that’s was her biggest crime of all. Making him fall in love with her.
Maya BanksStichwörter: crime rush maya-banks
Love made her patient. It made her hopeful.
Maya BanksStichwörter: love rush patient maya-banks
Was he demanding? Hell yes, but he wasn’t selfish. He took. He was ruthless in his demands. But he gave her back so much. Not just materially but emotionally, though he’d likely deny he did any such thing.
Maya BanksStichwörter: selfish rush demanding maya-banks
As if he conveyed by actions what he could never say in words. Would never say in words.
Maya BanksStichwörter: words actions rush maya-banks
Tell me what you need."
"You," she said simply, that one word tearing to the very heart of him. "Just you.
Stichwörter: rush maya-banks
Taking the leap felt appropriate. Only it wasn’t just a short hop. It was a full plunge off a cliff.
Maya BanksStichwörter: rush leap maya-banks hop
They were relaxing at the top of a waterfall, in a small, still pool where the mountain waters hit an upward slope of folded granite. It was sort of a rounded bathtub, carved out of the rock throughout the centuries by the rushing river, a river so hidden that it was without a name. Just below were the falls, about a 30-foot drop into another, much larger pool of clearest water that was gathered for a respite, a compromise in the river's relentless schedule downward, between split-level decks of flat rock. Further on, the river reanimated and released into a sharp ravine, pulling westward, down through the rugged mountains and faceless forest--the Black Hills National Forest--gaining force until it joined with the rush of the Castle River, near the old Custer Trail, and was swallowed into the Deerfield Reservoir to collect and prepare for the touch of man.
Ron ParsonsStichwörter: nature touch mountains forest river rush the-black-hills
This sweet, determined, sexy-as-hell blonde walked into my life and gave me a reason to live.
Abbi GlinesStichwörter: rush
When I was young, I thought it was thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in St. Paul's High School, I discovered that it is rather the lightning that does the killing. The voice of the thunder itself is just a noise. The lightning is the poise. I learnt to take the course of my life, not by violence but rather with intelligence.
Israelmore AyivorStichwörter: science intelligence people peace light thought arrogance violence physics discovery kill intelligent food-for-thought lightning enlighten poise voice learn paul young noise course extra thunder discover rush violent harsh arrogant st-paul extra-mile israelmore-ayivor lightening denu lighten-more lightning-conductor spaco st-paul-s-college st-paul-s-senior-high-school thunder-less
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