Mary-Lynnette had an inexplicable impulse to knock Ash flat and fall down on top of him. She'd never felt that for any boy before.
Mary-Lynnette had an inexplicable impulse to knock Ash flat and fall down on top of him. She'd never felt that for any boy before.
DON'T YOU DARE ON ME, JEZEBEL! DON'T YOU DARE! Or I'll follow you to the next world and KILL you.
Maybe there was a magic stronger than spells. Maybe the soulmate principle was responsible, and if two people were meant to be together, nothing could keep them apart.
Soulmates. That was the word. Maggie could sense what it meant. Two people connected, bound to each other forever, soul to soul, in a way that even death couldn't break. Two souls that were destined for each other.
Okay, so she is crazy. I don't care. I think I love her.
To touch him in ways he'd never been touched before, this person who, beyond all logic, was the other half of her. Who belonged to her. Who was her soulmate.
She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance. Poppy-and-James.
Bonnie who had never hurt a - a harmless thing for malice. Bonnie who was like a kitten making airy pounces at no prey at all. Bonnie with her hair that was called something strawberry but that looked simply as if it was on fire. Bonnie of the translucent skin with the delicate violet fjords and estuaries of veins all over her throat and inner arms. Bonnie who had lately taken to looking at him sideways with her large childlike eyes big and brown under lashes like stars...
The worms were beautifully drawn, with their nervous systems and reproductive organs shaded in different colors of highlighter, but the artist had also given them big goofy smiling faces. Grotesque but lovable in a cross-eyed way.
Days are precious, dinna lose them. Flo`ers will fade and so will ye... Come to me, ye fair young maidens. While young and fair ye still may be.
Thea sagged back against the seat. She was still confused and unhappy, but what scared her most was that she felt a strong urge to keep talking to Eric about it. He seemed to understand so well…better than anybody else ever had. And not only to understand, but to care.
Elena smiled and he had to smile back, at first just a quirk of the lip, and then a full smile. She was…Damn it, she was everything. Witty, enchanting, brave, smart…and beautiful. And he knew that his eyes were saying all that and that she wasn't turning away.
When a caterpillar changes into a butterfly it loses it's caterpillar life.
For a moment, as Damon glanced toward Elena, their gazes met and something electric passed between them. It made Elena tingle all over, that look did.
When you're soulmates, it hits you like lightning, and you know that's the one person in the world you were meant to be with. You don't think you're soulmates; you just know it's your destiny whether you like it or not.
I am not an angel and I am not a spirit. I'm Elena Gilbert and I've been to the Other Side. And right now I'm ready to do whatever needs to be done, which seems to include kicking some ass!
And then it was all happening, what had started to happen at least twice before. Feelings so sweet and strong she could hardly bear it. Strange recognition, unexpected belongingàimpossible knowingà
Wherever her feet pass, white flowers part the grass.
And in the mean time I'll fight dragons, just like any knight for his lady.
It means that there's only one love for everyone who exists. And when you meet that love, you know them. You know you were meant to be together, and nothing can keep you apart.
Yeah, tell me I'm a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That's the way to my heart.
But Mary-Lynnette was thinking. Of course she'd like to find somebody who would accept her completely, who would share everything with her.
It was as if the normal veil that separated two people had melted.
I can awaken things inside you that have been sleeping all your life. You're strong enough to live in the dark, to glory in it. You can become a queen of the shadows. Why not take that power, Elena? Let me help you take it.
Do I look like the kind of person who wastes time turning goats into pin cushions?
It's the idea that everyone has one and just one soulmate in the world, and that if you find them, you recognize them immediately.
The name is Salvatore. As in savior.
I used my brains to outsmart teachers- and that was'nt very smart at all
Our minds work alike, she thought. She had found her partner, her equal, the one to work and live and love with her. Her soulmate.
You turned your back on me when I needed you.
If somebody had said last week that I'd be in... involved... with a human, I'd have knocked his head off. I mean, after howls of derisive laughter. But.
Rumors spread fast, and they grow. I know. You want to either deny them, or disarm them
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about anyone else
In the Night World there's this idea called the soulmate principle. It says that every person has one soulmate out there, just one. And that person is perfect for you and is your destiny.
She was the one who was supposed to have walked with him through different lives, being born and loving and dying and being born again. They'd been born for each other, to help each other grow and blossom and discover and evolve.
He put an arm around his brother to help him up. And then, for a moment, he just held on.
It was like a song, one of those sweet, wrenching songs that makes the hair on your arms stand up. That makes you want to throw yourself on the floor and just bawl. Or fall backward and surrender to the music utterly.
There was a silence. Hannah's own heart was twisted with the force of her love for him. Her eyes were full.
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