Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?
Maggie StiefvaterMots clés pain poetic lyrical maggie-stiefvater the-scorpio-races
Some people were destined to have a significant other.
Some people were destined for greatness.
But few others were destined to be soldiers, to be warriors, to be alone.
That is me.
It is not a path that i have chosen, but it is a path that i must walk.
Some may think this is sad, but i have come to peace with it.
Because i am and always will be
a soldier, a warrior...Alone.
Mots clés poetic philosophical
It almost felt like we were driving in our own world--like we were inside a snow globe--and there was music and sunlight and smiles and laughter floating in the air. And it was all self-contained in a beautiful bubble filled with glittering water that made things seem a little unreal, a little dream-like and hazy.
Melissa C. WalkerMots clés poetic dream infinite dreamy
I always grow poetic when I am lying to myself.
Ursula K. Le GuinMots clés poetic lying-to-ourselves
He who has not been bitten by the serpents of light and snapped at by the wolves of darkness will always be deceived by the days and the nights.
Kahlil GibranMots clés inspirational poetic
His green eyes blazed with desire; such a different look than I'd known before. Chase had studied me, reading my feelings. Tucker was only trying to see his own reflection. Disturbing on several levels.
Kristen SimmonsMots clés poetic inspiring funny-and-random
The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.
Jessica SorensenMots clés poetic
Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.
Jessica SorensenMots clés poetic
Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite. So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.
Jessica SorensenMots clés poetic
Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away
Jessica SorensenMots clés poetic
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