Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse – came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free as the wind he came, from one kingdom to another, Thowra
Do you think I'm pretty? I think you're beautiful Beautiful? You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.
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Richelle Mead
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
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Pablo Neruda
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the...
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Unknown
The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.
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Louisa May Alcott
A fit, healthy body–that is the best fashion statement
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Jess C. Scott
More Quotes By Elyne Mitchell
Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so...
The oncoming night was filled with the mystery of unknown places and of distance, of things that happened long ago and happenings yet to com
A long shaft of light came down from the sun behind the clouds and fell on the rearing, striking horses so that Thowra was the glittering foam on a waterfall, was quicksilver held for a dazzling moment in the shape of a horse, but a...
I? I am the wind, ’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son is the lightning that strikes through the black night....
Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding hill tracks. Songs were sung about him to the cattle and both songs and tales had become even stranger since his supposed death...
