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#des

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He stopped. She heard the intake of his breath. “You are my country, Desdemona.” Yearning, harsh and poignant and she felt herself swaying toward him. “My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.” She gasped. His gaze fell, shielded by his lashes. An odd, half-mocking smile played about his lips. “You’ll never hear old Blake say something like that.” She swallowed, unable to speak, her senses abraded by his stimulating words, her pulse hammering in anticipation? Trepidation? “Remember my words next time he calls you a bloody English rose.


Connie Brockway


#egypt #harry #love #rose #love

What the myth founds is a double existence between the upper world and the underworld: a dimension of death is introduced into life, and a dimension of life is introduced into death.


Walter Burkert


#hades #life #mythology #persephone #underworld

The other day I tried to design a finish line, but I didn’t know where to start. So I just sat there and drank Gatorade. Ah, but that’s life, no?



Jarod Kintz


#design #finish #gatorade #life #sat

Where Destiny sets its path, Fate shall follow...:


Deborah Ann


#fate #first-love #paranormal-romance-series #soul-mates #young-adult-romance

everyone is making love or else expecting rain


Bob Dylan


#love

It's well known there's always two sides, if no more.


George Eliot


#life

Shriveled apple cores stood side by side on the window sill, a long row of them with their seed chambers bitten open and the pointed sees scattered on the floor. The brown, discolored remnants of their flesh bore the imprint of his grandfather's teeth. That was the image This was left with, the one that ever since was the first to recur when he thought of his dead grandfather: shriveled apple cores on the sill of a window that looked out onto an overgrown garden.


Hansjörg Schertenleib


#descriptive #death

Sometimes, kismet happens.


Stephenie Meyer


#kismet #love #new-moon #love

Maybe it is desperation," I say. "Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love." He looks at me, and in the sunlight his eyes come alive with greens and golds. "Sometimes we can," he says.


Lauren DeStefano


#fall-apart #letting-go #linden #love #rhine

I feel alive when you kiss me.


Missy Lyons


#desire #kiss #love #lust #romance-novel






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