#stone

I'm looking at you through the glass Don't know how much time has past Oh God it feels like forever But no one tells that forever feels like home Sitting all alone in your head ↗

— Stone Sour

#stone-sour #through-glass #music

The reason why the stone is red is its iron content, which is also why our blood is red. ↗

— Andy Goldsworthy

#blood #content #iron #our #reason

Honesty is the cornerstone of all success, without which confidence and ability to perform shall cease to exist. ↗

— Mary Kay Ash

#cease #cease to exist #confidence #cornerstone #exist

People don't understand that that's really what it is. They're looking for a magic phone number or something. And to a certain extent, I understand that, because comedy is treated so much as a stepping stone by a lot of people. ↗

— Todd Barry

#certain #certain extent #comedy #extent #i

I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave. ↗

— Manfred von Richthofen

#enemy #fallen #grave #his #honored

You can keep the things of bronze and stone and give me one man to remember me just once a year. ↗

— Damon Runyon

#give #give me #just #keep #man

It is not your time, love. You will not die tonight. All this time she thought herself in love with the notion of Death. His gallantry, his beautiful soul. She believed he loved her because he had spared her from his grip. But it had not been Death, but Black. “Why?” she asked, and her body shook, knowing his sacrifice, knowing he knew her most guarded secret. “Because I loved you,” he murmured. “I couldn’t let you go, because I knew I could no longer see you, I couldn’t live, either.” Black had risked his life to save her from taking her own. He rose, helped her up and clutched her in his arms. “It is too soon for you to make your decision,” he said. “Come to me when you know what you want. My wishes will remain unchanged.” “What do you want?” He kissed her, pressed her body into his hot, hard one. “To be inside you. To lay you out and touch you with my hands, my mouth and tongue. I want to slip deep inside you and never leave. I want to wake up in the morning and open my eyes to find you lying there next to me. I want to look at my children and see you in their little faces.” “Jude,” she whispered, holding him, weakening. “But I want you to want that as much as I do, Isabella.” “We have too many secrets,” she began. “Our pasts…” “Secrets, like passion, are meant to be spent. I will bear all my sins, all my secrets, when you come to me. It’s all I can offer. You see, little love, I’m afraid, too, but the difference between us is that I believe it’s worth it to face that fear if it means that I’ll have you. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella #jude #seduction-and-scandal #beauty

It is the first changes among familiar things that make such a mystery of time to the young, afterwards we lose the sense of the mysterious. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#helstone #change

Before I die, I want to change my name to "Here," so that my tombstone could simply read, "Here lies." And then people who knew me could walk by, shake their head, and say, "Ain't that the truth. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#die #funny #tombstone #truth #change

Here lies the bodies of three brothers... enwrapt in silence and the Arms of Death, Exposed to Worms lies three once charming Boys... 1784 ↗

— Diana Hollingsworth Gessler

#charleston #tomestones #white-meeting-house #death