One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies.
“They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.
Mots clés life love passion death dark paranormal-romance darkness self lust emotions emotion flowers dark-humor desire paranormal gothic supernatural dying envy emotional truth-beauty succubus urban-fantasy emotional-plague incubus dark-lover dark-divine supernaturalism gothic-fiction paranormal-fiction emotionally-scared gothic-romance lilies truth-love-hope
Writing is the emotional morphine.
Mariam H.Mots clés inspirational writing emotional
O love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Mots clés inspirational literature deep moving emotional elegant
Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.
Ray BradburyMots clés inspirational emotional
Watching St John rock his wife's body was not part of my job description. Honest. I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was 'You are so Beautiful
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés emotional
More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass....
Beth RevisMots clés thoughtful emotional
If we had happy endings, we’d all be under gravestones now.
Stephenie MeyerMots clés emotional
Apologizing to me again, thought Miles miserably. For me. He keeps telling me I'm all right—and then apologizing. Inconsistent, Father.He shuffled back and forth across the room again, and his pain burst into speech. He flung his words against the deaf door, "I'll make you take back that apology! I am all right, damn it! I'll make you see it. I'll stuff you so full of pride in me there'll be no room left for your precious guilt! I swear by my word as Vorkosigan. I swear it, Father," his voice fell to a whisper, "Grandfather. Somehow, I don't know how . . .
Lois McMaster BujoldMots clés inspirational vorkosigan emotional miles the-warrior-s-apperentice
Which was how Britteny ended up nestled next to Mickey, under the shelter of a painter's drop cloth.
She felt no pain.
She saw no light.
She heard, but barely.
Her heart was still and silent.
Yet she did not die.
Mots clés sad emotional undead the-fayz gone-series britteny
Olivia was moody. Moody wasn't a word with which she was very familiar, but if it meant that her moods swung back and forth for no reason at all, and that she felt crabby and wanted to be alone more often than she felt content and friendly, and that she was often tempted to slam her bedroom door - preferably in someone's face - well, then, moody described perfectly the way she'd been feeling lately.
Ann M. MartinMots clés emotional mood moody
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