#esl

He'd given her his vow: to take care of her, to keep her from hurt or pain, from wanting for anything. Her leaving didn't negate his promises; they weren't conditional. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#leslie #wicked-lovely #love

The gospel is not outward rituals and sacrifices, it is a living sacrifice. It is to have the laws of God written in our heart. It is to have a soft, listening, responding heart to God. ↗

— Leslie Ludy

#leslie-ludy #when-god-writes-your-love-story #love

A little girl learns about men through her Father." Sam Cameron ↗

— Lesley Pearse

#georgia #girl #lesley #little #men

-"Leslie? What are you doing?" -"Choosing. I'm mine. Not anyone else's." -"I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#irial #leslie #change

It wasn't the tattoo that had changed her, had given her repossession of her body. It was her actions, her choices. It was finding the path when it looked like there weren't any paths to be found. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#change

Whatever this fearlessness, this strength, this difference was, she was starting to like it. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#in-control #leslie #strong #love

She might scream when the nightmares found her, but not by choice, not when she was awake. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#leslie #love

I did survive. I still am. And it won't happen again. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#love

What is it doing to me? Will the darkness consume me? ↗

— Melissa Marr

#leslie #struggle #love

They call each other `E.’ Elvis picks wildflowers near the river and brings them to Emily. She explains half-rhymes to him. In heaven Emily wears her hair long, sports Levis and western blouses with rhinestones. Elvis is lean again, wears baggy trousers and T-shirts, a letterman’s jacket from Tupelo High. They take long walks and often hold hands. She prefers they remain just friends. Forever. Emily’s poems now contain naugahyde, Cadillacs, Electricity, jets, TV, Little Richard and Richard Nixon. The rock-a-billy rhythm makes her smile. Elvis likes himself with style. This afternoon he will play guitar and sing “I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed” to the tune of “Love Me Tender.” Emily will clap and harmonize. Alone in their cabins later, they’ll listen to the river and nap. They will not think of Amherst or Las Vegas. They know why God made them roommates. It’s because America was their hometown. It’s because God is a thing without feathers. It’s because God wears blue suede shoes. ↗

— Hans Ostrom

#elvis-presley #emily-dickinson #hans #heaven #in