How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.
Kristin CashoreMots clés love sad true social-ranking
Waste is Criminal.
Kristin CashoreI know this is war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.
Kristin CashoreMots clés life war funny party
I push everyone I love away."
He shrugged.
"I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.
Mots clés love
Tell me what I can do to help you feel better."
Well...I always like when you kiss me...
"Do you?"
You're good at it.
"Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.
Mots clés love kissing cute flirtation
I was doing science," Giddon said. "He threw a bean."
"I was testing the impact of a bean upon water," Bann said.
"That's not even a real thing."
"Perhaps I'll test the impact of a bean upon your beautiful white shirt.
She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.
Kristin CashoreYou're beautiful this morning," Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. "You're impossibly sweet in my shirt."
That might be but she felt like death. She would gladly make the trade; how blissful it would be to feel impossibly sweet and look like death.
She had thought she'd already reached her capacity for pain and had no room inside her for more. But she remembered having told Archer once that you could not measure love on a scale of degrees, and now she understood that it was the same with pain. Pain might escalate upwards, and, just when you'd thought you'd reached your limit, begin to spread sideways, and spill out, and touch other people, and mix with their pain. And grow larger, but somehow less oppressive. She had thought herself trapped in a place outside the ordinary feeling lives of other people; she had not noticed how many other people were trapped in that place with her.
Kristin CashoreIf she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting.”Fire, Kristin Cashore
“If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting.
Mots clés fire kristin-cashore seven-kingdoms
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