Like Mom, Zoe thought—like Mom used to. And that’s where they differed, for Zoe wrote quiet poetry suffused with twilight and questions. It’s not even good poetry, she thought. I don’t have talent, it’s her. I should be the one ill; she has so much to offer, so much life. “You’re a dark one, ” her mother said sometimes with amused wonder. “You’re a mystery. Annette Curtis Klause
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
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Jess C. Scott
We're staying together, " he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again.
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Rick Riordan
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
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Jess C. Scott
The only love that I really believe in is a mother’s love for her children.
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Karl Lagerfeld
V-Day…if you need this one day in a year to show everyone else you truly care for “your loved one” I think it’s quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It’s all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love.
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Jess C. Scott
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Why me?" she asked, holding on to him." Because you cared, " he whispered. "You cared so much for your people, it broke your heart to see the pack in ruins. You cared so much for your mother, you risked your life for hers. You...
The Amoeba?" she asked Aiden."The gang, " he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. "Mypeople. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn'tmuch apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaksoff into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent.
Puck shook her head ruefully. "We haven't even solved the first problem, and I'm worrying about the next one. I must be an idiot."" No, " Hush said, wiggling an impossible finger at her. "Only kindness. Very much kindness.
Like Mom, Zoe thought—like Mom used to. And that’s where they differed, for Zoe wrote quiet poetry suffused with twilight and questions. It’s not even good poetry, she thought. I don’t have talent, it’s her. I should be the one ill; she has so much...
He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been...
