#crossed

The want for that kiss had shocked him more than the interruption, and he fell back into the chair, cool and nonchalant as Quen came in with his questions and demands. He wasn't sure if he believed he'd really helped, but one thing was very clear. He wanted that again, that feeling of standing with her against all odds and succeeding. He wanted it so bad, he was going to risk destroying everything he and his father had worked for. He should walk away. Right now. But as she was ushered out the door under David's arm, all he wanted to do was follow her. What the hell was he doing, falling in love with a demon? ↗

— Kim Harrison

#demons #elves #kim-harrison #love #rachel-morgan

She wraps her arms around me and speaks in my ear. Words just for me--the poetry of I love you--to keep me warm in the cold. With them she turns me back from ash and nothing into flesh and blood. ↗

— Ally Condie

#crossed #young-adult #love

Do not allow yourself to be full of hate, princess. Hate is a heavy thing. It weighs us down, chaining us in a dark place. You focus on your love. If you want to be free of this heavy darkness you feel, focus on your love. Love is a chariot with a skeleton key to the chains which hate can wrap around you. To love is to be free. ↗

— H.D. Gordon

#love #shooting-stars #star-crossed #star-crossed-lovers #surah-stormsong

It has crossed my mind that I would like to run or help to run a pro women's tournament, although I really don't know much about organizing an event (it seems overwhelming actually). ↗

— Jennifer Wyatt

#actually #although #crossed #event #help

What I have crossed out I didn't like. What I haven't crossed out I'm dissatisfied with. ↗

— Cecil B. DeMille

#dissatisfied #haven #i #like #out

Acting never crossed my mind for a moment when I was growing up. ↗

— Tommy Flanagan

#crossed #growing #growing up #i #mind

The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame [...] The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt. Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before. Moth Smoke Lingers. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#insects #love #moth #smoke #star-crossed

Two little dark figures, looking up. Are they looking at me? Is is him? This far away there's only one way to know. I point to the sky. ↗

— Ally Condie

#dystopian-fiction #teen-fiction #teen

It's a trip but it hasn't crossed over to the point where women are throwing their panties at me. ↗

— Taye Diggs

#hasn #me #over #panties #point

Information comes through to me in 3 basic ways seen, hearing, and feeling the energy of the person that's crossed over. In which it is a symbolic type of language. ↗

— John Edward

#comes #crossed #energy #feeling #hearing