My heart breaks. I hear it break. I feel it.
Moira YoungMots clés laine-s-fave heartaches
We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t.
Moira YoungMots clés heartache laine-s-fave
For me, that was love. Tangible. Love was what was in front of me, not a distant fantasy.
Laura BickleMots clés love laine-s-fave ficbookreviews
There was a difference, I had decided, between knowing and believing. And I wanted both.
Laura BickleMots clés life self laine-s-fave ficbookreviews
I wanted the syrupy taste of this small rebellion. And this stupid machine was denying that bit of freedom to me . . . just like everyone else.
Laura BickleMots clés freedom laine-s-fave ficbookreviews
I think I’d rather be branded than submit to some of the things that you have to.” He said this without spite, just a soft statement of fact. “I’m not strong enough to do that.
Laura BickleMots clés life self laine-s-fave ficbookreviews
You have done well, Katie,” Frau Gerlach said. “You would make a fine midwife someday, if you ever wished to learn.”
I cast my eyes down, exhausted and shy and afraid and proud all at once. “All I have managed so far is to be a midwife to the puppies.”
She reached out to pat my cheek with a bloody hand. “God smiles on those who quietly do his dirty work, my girl.
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I was a hypocrite. When the roof came down, it was going to fall on me first.
Laura BickleMots clés hypocrite laine-s-fave ficbookreviews
Love is a sliver of sunlight peeking through the darkness; a whisper of hope when all is lost.
Rochelle Maya CallenMots clés love laine-s-fave
People can change... no matter where they come from, no matter where they think they ought to go, people can make their own way.
Rochelle Maya CallenMots clés people change laine-s-fave
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