Every time the clouds wrapped themselves around those cliffs, I would throw myself from them.” “Why?” he pressed. “Because the beauty of the fall was worth the pain of landing.”
Amy Harmon, The First Girl Child (The Chronicles of Saylok)
Every time the clouds wrapped themselves around those cliffs, I would throw myself from them.” “Why?” he pressed. “Because the beauty of the fall was worth the pain of landing.”
Amy Harmon, The First Girl Child (The Chronicles of Saylok)
Each of us is willed. Each of us is loved. Each of us is necessary.
“Being with you . . . is like holding water in my hands,” she murmured, and he furrowed his brow, still waiting. “I want you to stay here . . . with me . . . and I know you can’t. I know you won’t. I’m dying for a drink, and it’s like holding water in my hands,” she repeated, enunciating each word. “I’ll never get enough to quench my thirst.”
Amy Harmon, The First Girl Child (The Chronicles of Saylok)
“We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.”
Oh please! I am new to love, but I know what it looks like. I do watch television!