To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing -- the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one's hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again.
Marilynne RobinsonMots clés loss foreshadowing shadow need wish lack longing crave craving wholeness
What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.
Sarah KaneMots clés crave
I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.
Sarah KaneMots clés crave
In an earlier life, were you a pair of brakes?"
"Try a brick wall.
Mots clés crave
A gust of wind went Nike across the flat landscape
J.R. WardBottom line? As much as you
wanted someone to change and believed they could, they were in control of their life. Not you. And you could throw yourself against the wall of their choices until you were black-and-blue and dizzy as hell, but unless they decided to take a different road, the outcome wasn’t going to be what you wanted.
Mots clés angels crave ward fallen
Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo. You couldn‟t take a peek at what you‟d manufactured and decide, Oh, wait, I wanted to make sewing machines instead of machine guns; let me go back to the beginning and start again. One shot. That was all you got.
J.R. WardMots clés angels crave ward fallen
if she thought she'd seen his eyes burn before, it was nothing compared to what they were doing now. Frost had never been so hot.
J.R. WardMots clés crave
If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved.
J.D. StroubeMots clés inspiration star horror paranormal oblivion crave black-hold
She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.
Sarah KaneMots clés crave
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