#apes

You could say, in a vulgar Freudian way, that I am the unhappy child who escapes into books. Even as a child, I was most happy being alone. This has not changed. ↗

— Slavoj Zizek

#am #being #being alone #books #changed

She tried to break from his hold, and he tightened his grip. “You’re safe. I killed the rogues.” The woman stilled and searched his face, the wildness still heavy in her blue eyes. “You’re a wolf.” He smiled and nodded. “And you’re a tiger.” “A white tiger.” To match her white-blond hair. “And a beautiful one. ↗

— Lia Davis

#ashwood-falls #lia-davis #romance #shapeshifter #beauty

Why do you want to keep this beauty for yourself? Why don’t you want to share it? The world is made of shared grace and harmony. Look at the sun shining, at the bees flying, the flowers blossoming. What would happen if they were ashamed like you are? No beauty would be revealed. We would live in an eternal shadow of what could exist. ↗

— Aileen Rose

#bdsm-paranormal #romance #shapeshifters #beauty

My body slid from human to wolf in a crack! of black smoke. Wolf was panting and I watched frost dissipate on my hot tongue, sending tiny rivulets of steam into the air. The world was sharp and clear, and I never realized how many different colors of shadow there were. It made me savor the dark beauty of night even more. ↗

— Heather Heffner

#shapeshifter #urban-fantasy #werewolf #beauty

The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the sky had been drained of color. The trellises of sauvignon blanc flowed down the hill in even rows toward the valley floor. Whatever I was looking for, it wasn’t outside. As far as I could tell, the grapes were minding their own business. ↗

— Frederick Weisel

#grapes #sauvignon-blanc #sunset #teller #weisel

Chloe, wake up. I really, really, really need to pee.” I moan and sink deeper into Jorge’s arms, pulling my hand back. “Chloe, wake up. I’m dying here. I have to pee.” Ugh, why won’t that voice go away? I crack my eyes open and see Ringo by the bed prancing around doing the doggy version of a potty dance. Ringo starts prancing toward the bedroom door. “Thank goodness. I’ve got to go. ↗

— Katya Armock

#dog-rescue #dogs-and-cats #paranormal-romance #psychic #shapeshifter-romance

He did not know that the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was utterly beyond his understanding, but as he looked at the emaciated body he felt a dim disquiet that was the ancestor of sadness. ↗

— Arthur C. Clarke

#apes #death #sadness #science #death

I offer my body and soul to you and Cameron till death parts us! ↗

— Lia Davis

#ashwood-falls #leopard #lia-davis #romance #shapeshifter

Dreams are a wish your heart makes. Make them come true! ↗

— L.M. David

#vampire-romance #dreams

But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again. The bitterness we sold to the junk man - he got it all right, but we have it still. And when the owner men told us to go, that's us; and when the tractor hit the house, that's us until we're dead. To California or any place - every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day - the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they'll all walk together, and there'll be a dead terror from it. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#john-steinbeck #lives #money #the-grapes-of-wrath #value