#rice

My waking life probably gave my subconscious an inferiority complex. ↗

— Jordan Castillo Price

#jordan-castillo-price #m-m-paranormal #victor-bayne #life

Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something." "Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?" I cringe and say, "Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"... "Maybe you were cut out for Candor," he says, "because you're a terrible liar. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#cute #divergent #four #love #tris-prior

I have the same one,' he says, laughing. 'On my back.' 'Really? Can I see it?' He presses the bandage over the tattoo and pulls my shirt back over my shoulder. 'Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#divergent #four #love #sweet #tattoo

Will you tell me again?" he asked, almost shyly. "Will you tell me what I am?" "You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel. ↗

— Lauren Kate

#lucinda-price #love

You are the soul that fits into mine ↗

— Lauren Kate

#lucinda-price #love

as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow. ↗

— Anne Rice

#dead #love #love

He pulled her close kissing her mouth taking her by surprise. He stepped back passion smoldering in his eyes. She looked at him touching her mouth where his kiss still burned. ↗

— Amanda Stephan

#love #passion #romance #surprise #the-price-of-trust

He was so rapt in his thoughts that he did not hear anything much that Guido was saying, that lovely bubbling speech of Guido's when he was at last content. Tonio allowed it to pass over him, and now and then he would give a little gracious nod. ↗

— Anne Rice

#cry-to-heaven #guido-maffeo #tonio-treschi #love

It occurred to Dr. Lecter in the moment that with all his knowledge and intrusion, he could never entirely predict her, or own her at all. He could feed the caterpillar, he could whisper through the chrysalis; what hatched out followed its own nature and was beyond him. He wondered if she had the .45 on her leg beneath the gown. Clarice Starling smiled at him then, the cabochons caught the firelight and the monster was lost in self-congratulation at his own exquisite taste and cunning. ↗

— Thomas Harris

#hannibal-lecter #nature

I pity, approve, respect, admire her, but I neither desire her company, nor am greatly concerned about her destiny, and she makes me impatient at moments when I doubt if she was meant to. ↗

— A.C. Bradley

#mansfield-park #respect