#swan

Sometimes I'll go by and there are a couple of swans, the next day it's a few ducks. I'd like to stop there every day for a year and capture how it changes, then put it all together to create an incredible image of a traditional English scene. ↗

— Graeme Le Saux

#changes #couple #create #day #ducks

Sometimes I feel my arm is like a swan's neck - so weak. ↗

— Maria Sharapova

#feel #i #i feel #like #neck

I have never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love, seems like a good way to go. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love

I stopped in the porch and took hold of his face in my hands. I looked fiercely into his eyes. "I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love

Crew up, Nailer!" Lucky Girl shouted. "You think I'm going to pull your ass up here like a damn swank? ↗

— Paolo Bacigalupi

#jump #pull #rich #swank #humor

Isn't it supposed to be like this?" He smiled. "The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, the difference between reading about something, seeing it in the pictures, and experiencing it?" "Very different," I agreed. "More forceful than I'd imagined. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward-cullen #first-love #twilight #imagination

What is a valid reason for someone to love someone else? Since apparently I’m doing it wrong. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#twilight #love

Alice! You know I love you like a sister!" "Words." she growled. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#bella-swan #humor #love #twilight #vampires

If it looks like a duck and sounds like a duck, it could be a really ugly swan. ↗

— Timmothy Radman

#duck #humor #sounding-board #swan #ugly

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze