All Quotes By Tag: Fiction

“He presses his mouth to mine. I nearly pass out from the surge of passion that washes through me. “What I’m telling you is…” he tightens his grip around my arms. “You belong to me,” he whispers.” FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA “Dancing on My Own.”

“Fran,” dad says lifting his eyes from the map as he nonchalantly drops the A-bomb on me. “It’s extra-terrestrial.” “Wait… what?” I can’t believe what I just heard. “You mean aliens, right?” My breath seizes. “From another world?”FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA ”

“Fran,” dad says lifting his eyes from the map as he nonchalantly drops the A-bomb on me. “It’s extra-terrestrial.” “Wait… what?” I can’t believe what I just heard. “You mean aliens, right?” My breath seizes. “From another world?”FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA “Dancing on My Own.”

“My heart is pounding so crazy fast, I can barely breathe. I feel faint.And Just as I think he’s going for my lips. I brace myself for a hot, wet, romantickiss. He leans in and presses his lips to my forehead. “Ready to go?” he asks.”

“My heart is pounding so crazy fast, I can barely breathe. I feel faint.And Just as I think he’s going for my lips. I brace myself for a hot, wet, romantickiss. He leans in and presses his lips to my forehead. “Ready to go?” he asks.” FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA “Dancing on My Own.”

“He presses his mouth to mine. I nearly pass out from the surge of passion that washes through me. “What I’m telling you is…” he tightens his grip around my arms. “You belong to me,” he whispers.”

“Stop looking for that person you were in the past. She has changed. Look for the person she has grown into. She is wiser and stronger than than ever before. Don’t go back to who you were. Cherish who you are.” –Without a Voice by Chris Pepple”

“How can you do sin with hands you used for prayers?”

“WEST SALEM ~ October 2011A sudden vision, fraught with malevolence and darkness, obscured her sight. The face of a menacing figure turned from the shadows of his grisly handiwork and stared at Sorcha.Her muscles tensed. By the Goddess, could he see her?Please! No!She wanted to scream, to run, but the vision ensnared her into the horrific moment like a fly in a spider’s web.”

“Stacy smiled proudly and he filed the image of her sweet face in the section of his heart he shared with no one else ~ Brian, Song of the Snowman”Mom said if you put ears on your snowman, he’ll hear the music of the angels and sing songs to you.” ~ Stacy, Song of the SnowmanThe sweet promise of her embrace cured the loneliness in him. In her arms, he was whole. ~ Brian, Song of the Snowman He composed music, dreamed of the future, and kept the situations he couldn’t change at bay to the rhythm of his feet drumming on the concrete. Brian, Song of the SnowmanThis was as simple as his life got  rhythm, rhyme, and fingertips on cool keys. ~ Brian, Song of the Snowman”

“There was an image in my mind—an expectation of what it would be like when I finally gave myself fully to a man. It wasn’t like this. It was always at night with candles flickering lazily, music filling the air with a sexy melody, and maybe a bubble bath. But no. It was infinitely better, and there was no froo froo, stereotypical scene that played out. It was incredible. Brilliant. Amazing. Indescribable, really. Like all the planets in the galaxy aligned for a perfect moment in time. As if this was the beginning of time. From now until the rest of eternity, everything finally had meaning.”

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“Sabrina Thomas clutched the leather-bound notebook to her chest and tried not to be impatient as the elevator in the south tower of Texas Hospital near downtown Dallas stopped once again on its climb to the eighteenth and top floor. But it was difficult.Dr. Cade Mathis, the bane of her existence, would reach Mrs. Ward’s room first and then there’d be hell to pay. Sabrina jabbed the button to close the doors as soon as the last person stepped onto the already crowded elevator.”

“Entah mengapa, mendadak dia merasa bahwa berkenalan dengan si pemilik nama itu sepertinya akan menyenangkan.”

“Bagaimana bisa kau tidak menyukai hujan?Padahal hujan selalu mendekatkan kita.Oh, aku lupa. Kau mungkin tidak menganggapku sepenting itu.Aku bukan pemeran utama dalam lakon hidupmu.Aku hanya figuran yang hanya sesekali dibutuhkan.”