#raisa

And, like a fool, she kissed him back. Kissed him a way that would leave no doubt about the way she felt about him. Kissed him because she knew the chances were slim she'd have very many kisses like that in her lifetime. Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen. ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#love #raisa #love

I live in the present because the future is always chancy. When it comes to being with you, I'm willing to take the risk. ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#love #raisa #love

And it's not just a matter of you hurting me. I will hurt you too, even if I don't want to, I'm not the girl you think I am. And you will remember this conversation , and wish that you'd listened to me. ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#raisa #conversation

What interested me was not news, but appraisal. What I sought was to grasp the flavor of a man, his texture, his impact, what he stood for, what he believed in, what made him what he was and what color he gave to the fabric of his time. ↗

— John Gunther

#believed #color #fabric #flavor #gave

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. "Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it." As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said. ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#loss #love #raisa #love

Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop." "What?" "What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple." "Raisa, this is getting us nowhere." "Say it! ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#heartbreak #love #raisa #love