#sweet

Of course I want the moon. And, were you to offer it, I'd propose as a trade the stars in my eyes. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#moon #richelle #richelle-goodrich #stars #sweet-talk

Lynne looked as if she were really having fun, Elizabeth realized. With a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye, Lynne Henry was actually almost pretty! ↗

— Francine Pascal

#shallow-appearances #sweet-valley #beauty

The dark mass of her violator suddenly appeared beside her, leaning in so close that she could smell his putrid breath, moist over her face. Every hair on her body was standing on end. The electrical power between Kayn and the man in the dark was like a charge. He ran a finger over her exposed breast saying, “You were never to be born; this situation had to be corrected. ↗

— Kim Cormack

#sweet-sleep #youngadultfantasy #youngadultseries #science

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#days #die #dog #dying #fitting

Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift." Clara: "What?" Tucker: "You. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#crush #gift #sweet #gifts

my own chocolate center has filled up with poison, the roses he gave me all twisted black ↗

— Terra Elan McVoy

#bitter #bittersweet #heartache #heartbreak #sad

No one at college ever goes to a party before ten-thirty at the very earliest! They’d rather die. It’s so uncool to be early. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#parties #stereotypes #sweet-valley #uncool #love

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar They're worth so much more after I'm a goner And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin' Funny when you're dead how people start listenin ↗

— Kimberly Perry

#dark #death #inspirational #death

What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird? ↗

— Pedro Calderon de la Barca

#bird #deny #fish #gift #given

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, and naught but the nightingale's song in the grove. ↗

— James Beattie

#day #forgetfulness #grove #hamlet #heard