Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.
Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.
My feelings for you are not conditional. I don't judge you. I don't lose patience with you. I don't punish you. I just love you. That's all. Pure and simple.
It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over
Sometimes destiny lies just outside of our reach.
Hating requires caring. In which case, I couldn't possibly hate you.
Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define who we become.
Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.
We meet the people we're supposed to when the time is just right.
Home. That wonderful place I was lucky enough to revisit no matter how short a time finally realizing it's not relegated to just one single place its wherever you make it.
Remember when you picked me up like a frisbee and tossed me across you yard?
One more sign of how perfect Damen is-he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.
I'm with him, and he's with me, and that's the way it's meant to eternally be.
That's what true love is. It cannot be broken, it cannot be chipped away, it's eternal, everlasting, and it can weather any storm.
Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy and separate you from your true capabilities.
May you bring unconditional love and infinite peace.
The only reason I lost, the only reason I failed to get what I want, is because the monster is me, there's no difference between us. It makes all the moves, calls all the shots, while I'm just along for the ride, with no idea how to pull the brakes or get off.
Rules should always be bent, if not broken. It's the only way to have any fun.
The love of every single one of my lives.
Trust me, you can't play the game if you don't know the rules. And if you don't know the rules, someone's bound to get hurt.
She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.
Well, it's nice to have a dream. But it's even nicer when there's a remote possibility of it coming true.
What if it can't be worked out? What if I'm-what if I'm broken for good?
So cute how you called out for Damen after conjuring that chaste little love scene in your head.
You canÆt change the past, it just is
What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.
Today's worries are yesterday's fears and tomorrow's stories.
You canÆt go back, Ever. You canÆt change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.
You cannot outwalk your problems. Can never run fast enough to evade them completely.
You never know what you have till you've lost it.
And while I'm sure you feel that your particular mistake is extraordinarily big, insurmountable even, contrary to what you might think, these types of things can always be undone, and oftentimes aren't nearily as lethal as we think-or, should I say, as we allow them to be.
And now I'm right back where I started. Sober and miserable.
You'll always be safe with me.
As above, so below, as within, so without.
But the moment our eyes meet, I'm right back under his spell, a helpless hunk of steel to his irresistible magnet.
You're strictly a tulip girl-a red tulip girl.
Because I don't have everything I want. Not even close.
Family dinner. Seven-thirty sharp. Tie optional. Straight-jacker required.
Didn't I promise I'd always look after you and keep you from harm?
Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is.
Gone surfing. Be back soon. -D
He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits-a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.
Foolish Ever, don't you realize there's no longer any difference between you and your-monster? You are the monster. It's your dark side, your shadow self, and you've now joined as one.
Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.
I'm after something far more esoteric than a virginal shag. Though, if you'd like, darlin', I'm certainly up for the task.
Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.
I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.
Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.
Aw, now look at that, you're being sarcastic, aren't you?
Life is still life. It's still tough, complicated, and more than a little messy, with lessons to be learned, mistakes to be made, triumphs and disappointments to be had, and not every day is meant to be a party.
I was a beautiful vampire princess loved, worshiped and admired by all. I lived in a luxurious gothic castle and I have no idea how I ended up at this fiberglass table with you losers.
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