#isabel

He had only to touch me to turn my tears into sighs and my anger to desire. How accomodating love is; it forgives everything. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#isabel-allende #anger

Oh my God. What in—” I was going to be killed by two generations of beautiful women. While naked. “Mom,” Isabel snapped, interrupting. “Do you mind not staring? It’s totally perv. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#isabel #beauty

The mountains were breathtakingly beautiful. It was so serene and tranquil. The rising sun with other balloons around it painted the sky with a silhouette that was major eye candy. ↗

— Jenna Roads

#beauty

Look at those clouds," said Jamie, gazing up at the sky. "Look at them." "Yes," said Isabel. "They're very beautiful, aren't they? Clouds are very beautiful and yet so often we fail to appreciate them properly. We should do that. We should look at them and think about how lucky we are to have them." "Look at the shape of the clouds," she said. "What do you see in those beautiful clouds, Jamie?" "I see you," he said. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#clouds #isabel-dalhousie #beauty

Nothing had changed. Nothing. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#isabel #change

You have touched my soul, and I have seen your heart, and I know I am forever changed by the essence of you. ↗

— Jenna Roads

#change

Am I to die?” I asked, and he stopped, raised our joined hands to his mouth and gently kissed my knuckles. “You are, my love, and in your sleep, you will become Death’s bride. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella-s-imagination #seduction-and-scandal #death

La vida es un ruido entre dos grandes silencios ↗

— Isabel Allende

#isabel-allende #life #death

Food," I suggested. "Sleep. That's what I need. To get the hell away from here." Cole frowned at me, as if I'd suggested "ducks" and "yoga". ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#ducks #forever #humor #isabel-culpeper #sleep

There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence. Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches. “Forgive me,” he whispered as he set the candle down. “I could not stay away. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#isabel #thief-of-shadows #winter #forgiveness