I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.
Roman PayneTag: reading books soul literature fortune europe roman streets payne roman-payne fortunes gypsies gypsy
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.
William Root BlissTag: october gypsy carman william-bills
He felt like home.
JoAnne KenrickTag: romance paranormal-romance magic mystery memories vampires paranormal vampire monterey gypsy joanne-kenrick mullo when-a-mullo-loves-a-woman
That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas
JoAnne KenrickTag: romance paranormal-romance mystery haunted vampires paranormal vampire gypsies gypsy joanne-kenrick mullo when-a-mullo-loves-a-woman margarita margaritas pearl-kizzy
But I could tell thee of other things, Inglés, and do not doubt what thou simply cannot see nor cannot hear. Thou canst not hear what a dog hears. Nor canst thou smell what a dog smells. But already thou hast experienced a little of what can happen to man.
Ernest HemingwayTag: faith spirituality human-experience gypsy
Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?
JoAnne KenrickTag: paranormal-romance mystery suspense contemporary vampire reincarnation past-lives soul-mates gypsy mullo when-a-mullo-loves-a-woman mulo liverpool
Madame Olga began muttering something under her breath in gypsy to the effect of "Fucking debutantes, they do not understand the sacredness of the moment." But everyone in the room just thought this was part of her gypsy spirit chant.
Amy EphronTag: spirits seance gypsy debutante
This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression of being.
H Raven RoseTag: pain fortune karma tarot being gypsy
Finding her voice at last, she asked, “What dreams are you having, sir?”
“I dreamt I was in a spring field and a woman stands in the shadows just at the edge of the nearby forest. I haven’t yet seen her face, only her long beautiful hair. I always wake too soon.” He reached up to touch the hawk touchstone around his throat as he described his dream, rubbing it absently between his fingers.
Lily lowered her lashes to hide her astonishment. “When you see someone in a dream but cannot see their face, it means you haven’t met them yet,” she explained.
“Then perhaps I’ll dream of her again tonight and this time I’ll see her face.” He smiled, reaching across the table to take her left hand and lift it to his lips. “My name is Ian Kelly, and it would give me the greatest pleasure to know yours.”
“Lily Evans. Around here I go by Raven.” She raised a shoulder, indicating the gypsy tent.
“Lily--indeed, a most beautiful name. Now tell me,” he stared pointedly at her hand, “I see no ring that another has claimed you as his, so my confidence is strengthened. Look at your cards again, milady, and tell me if you see me in your future…
Tag: romance dreams irish celtic tarot gypsy renaissance
I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her bare feet [...] All this and the pungent air! Ô this night, sweet pungent night! "HÉBÉ" may come but a season. But this girl's season would know a hot spring
and an Indian summer.
Tag: love beauty soul night spring novel perfection spain psyche contrast roman clean dirty hot barcelona payne roman-payne gypsy unclean the-wanderess indian-summer nightshirt wanderess slender saskia bare-feet ennoble gitanas hebe hébé psyché pungent voyeur young-girl
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