#rose

I didn’t ask. Some things are better left unsaid. He looked at me and I shivered. I never get enough of him. Never will. He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. Later we would go to bed, and when he rose over me, dark and vast and eternal, I’d know joy. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #shadowfever #rose

Rose? is that you?" I peered behind him. Lissa. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" She asked "Ladies, ladies" he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me." I glared. "We're not. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose

I'm glad you're better," he said. His mouth sounded like it was almost in my hair, just above my my ear. "When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #vampire-academy #rose

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#rose

Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses. ↗

— Alphonse Karr

#gratitude #perspective #positive-thinking #rose

I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#names #power-of-words #rose

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses. ↗

— George Eliot

#initiative #positivity #rose

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#rose

My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth—so, so warm, despite his cold skin—had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing into my neck and the sweet bliss that followed... He looked exactly the same too, with that chalky white pallor and red-ringed eyes that so conflicted with the soft, chin-length brown hair and otherwise gorgeous lines of his face. He even had a leather duster on. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose #conflict

I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much." "I'm sorry," she said. "Will it ever get better?" The question seemed to catch her by surprise. "I...I don't know. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose #sydney #focus