#owen

There was no reason not to be blunt. “Are you dating Maddison Lockehart?” “Are you?” “What?” He said it so quickly I didn’t catch it. I had said “no” without thinking, but hadn’t really heard what he had said. He had asked me if I was dating Maddison. That was ridiculous. “I’m serious, Victor.” “So am I. And I see you are talking to me again.” I sensed amusement in his voice but saw no sign. “Victor-” “Are you dating Maddison, Piper?” “No, I’m not.” I replied gritting my teeth. “Neither am I,” he replied. ↗

— Michelle Flick

#dating

Death continues to stalk the streets, stealing the souls of our children as they sleep. We're running out of fingers to close their eyes, voices to bless their souls, hands to dig their graves. Poisonous fumes from their unburied bodies contaminate the alleys, and the ghosts of those who have been buried rise nightly. Their tiny forms dance above their tombstones, an agonising reminder that we've failed them. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #death

Having sex multiple times on the first sleepover does not count as more than one “date”… ↗

— Rowena Cherry

#knight-s-fork #rhett #romance #rowena-cherry #dating

The love of God is like himself – equal, constant, not capable of augmentation or diminution; our love is like ourselves – unequal, increasing, waning, growing, declining. His, like the sun, always the same in its light, though a cloud may sometimes interpose; ours, as the moon, has its enlargements and straightenings. ↗

— John Owen

#love #owen #sun #equality

A scientist must be a traveller, an explorer. Knowledge comes from experience. ... The path to enlightenment is never linear. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #experience

She believed in me. Where I had doubt and fear, she had faith. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #faith

No need for apologies. ... it's good to question things, but you must have faith too. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #faith

So say I’m your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'It’s just–' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.' 'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#just-listen #owen #role-playing #sarah-dessen #family

No sticky till I no longer feel icky, you feel me? ↗

— Ethan Day

#luke #owen #funny

Happiness, wealth, true love. Just like everybody else." "That's all?" "What else is there that matters?" He shrugged a shoulder. "Destruction, vengeance, power, world domination." Her smile stretched but it didn't reach her eyes. "Those are fun too. ↗

— Michelle Rowen

#michelle-rowen #love