You can’t be miserable when you’re running. It’s such a simple and pure way to feel alive.
I’d rather freeze to death than hibernate with you.
If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?
He kisses like a poet. Like he’s writing poems on my lips.
I’ve made many enemies in my life, but I do think you’re my finest achievement.
It was an irrational fear. But when had fear ever been rational?
She knew she could answer it. She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She’d seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock. She...
There was nothing more painful than hurting someone you loved.
She did it, though she hated opera. She hated everything about it. The overblown sense of drama. The violence and lewdness. No one had ever died of heartbreak in Reverie. Betrayal never led to murder. Those things didn’t happen anymore. They had the Realms now. They could experience anything without taking risks. Now, life was...
But when a cut is deep, it’s still just flesh beneath.
,Y qué crees tú que ha hecho?-no me importa lo que haya hecho, y a ti tampoco debería importarte. Vamos. Volvamos con Aria. Va por ahí.-Ya sé por donde ha ido.Rugido le dio una palmada fuerte en el hombro.-Sólo quería asegurarme de que te habías fijado.
In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.
Entonces la besó, separando aquellos labios suaves con los suyos. Su sabor era perfecto, a lluvia nueva. El beso se hizo más profundo, recorrió su cuerpo con las manos, la atrajo hacia sí. Pero entonces ella se retiró y sonrió. Sin decir nada, le besó la nariz, la comisura de los labios, y después un...
It’s time, Perry”. He let her go. She took a step back, taking in his face one last time. His green eyes. The bend in his nose and the scars on his cheek. All the tiny inperfections that made him beautiful. Without a word, she turned and made her way downhill.
She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She’d seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock.
I was trying to help… The more I try to catch up, the farther I fall behind.
Your voice sounds like a midnight fire. All warm and worn in and golden. I could listen to you talk forever.” “I could never do that”. She laughed at him. He brought his lips to her ear. “Your scent is like violets early in spring,” he whispered. Then he laughed at himself because though it...