We only dream of things we know and people that we've seen... War and pain is all I know, it is all I can ever see.
Nadège RichardsMots clés pain love war death dreams cry
You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence--a loss of a heartbeat.
Nadège RichardsMots clés love loss heart envy longing
Everything and everyone has a place to be, Echo. It’s just a matter of how they get there and when. You have a place; you just have to find it.
Nadège RichardsMots clés love journey courage lovers finding finding-oneself
Revenge was sweet, but blood was sweeter.
Nadège RichardsSome of us are born to live and to fight, Echo. Others are born to fight for their right to live. When those two collide, there’s hell to pay.
Nadège RichardsIf kissing was a language I was sure we’d know it well. If it could measure the amount of love you felt for someone, our love was infinite after all. Even when we hugged I felt a special connection to him. It was in his loving embrace that I sought solace, where I found it, and where I would keep it. Our love was enchanting and magical, secretive and special. Overall, though, it was ours and we would treasure it.
Nadège RichardsMots clés love kissing special hugs
We try so hard because it is all we've ever known, I thought. We try to fit ourselves into this world so that we don't seem more different than different, an oddity in a sea of normality. We try because it is only instinct, but we obey because it is law.
Nadège RichardsMots clés life inspirational love decisions trying choices differences
The sun rises in the east every morning and falls in the west, Ayden. Darknesses are awaken and fate is tested, destinies are foreseen. Thy soul the only enemy, a hero is born. A new light rises once again...
Nadège RichardsMots clés love war faith fight destiny hardships
What are we going to do, Ayden?" she whispered, glaring up at me.
"I don't know," I confessed. "But how about we burn that bridge when we get there?"
"I thought it was 'cross' that bridge?"
I lightly poked her in the eye and she laughed. "No. We're burning bridges. Crossing is so overrated." I smiled and touched the corner of her eyes, captivated by the iridescent blues.
"I think I like the sound of that," she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah.
Mots clés love secrets regrets burning-bridges
I write because I'm free,
because I can,
because I will.
I write because I must,
because I'm breathing,
because I'd go crazy otherwise,
because it's who I am.
I write to make a statement,
to share my thoughts,
to discover myself,
to express my ideas.
But most of all, I write for future generations.
I write for love.
I write to inspire.
I write to encourage.
I write for me.
Mots clés reading greatness writing youth encouragement inspire being-yourself future-generations
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