#heath

Suddenly all the fight and anger in him seemed to ebb and he shook his head, taking another swallow of the biting liquor. His fingers were wrapped tightly around the glass. Lucy remained silent, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching him as he drank the rest of the second glass of whiskey. He was in pain. She was helpless to do anything for him until he let down some of the walls. Ask me to hold you . . . here are my arms, ready to wrap around you. Here is my heart… just ask. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lisa-kleypas #love-come-to-me #lucy #anger

He'd already identified me as a heathen, and I hoped he wouldn't try to change that. ↗

— Marshall Thornton

#change

They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by. They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#heather #honeysuckle #nature #night #reeds

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#heathcliff #wuthering-heights #change

Within the shadows of honor, courage often walks in silence. -Engraved on the monument Clay built ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#clay #lorraine-heath #courage

You think the only battles fought are done so with rifles, and the only wounds that kill draw blood. You think courage is loud, boisterous, and proud. Mrs. Warner, I don't think you have a clue as to what this memorial truly represents." -Clay to Meg ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#clayton #lorraine-heath #meg #courage

He's waiting for yu, young queen.' Shocked, I stared at Seoras. 'Heath?' The Warrior's look was wise and understanding - his voice gentle. 'Aye, yur Heath probably does await you somewhere in the future, but it is of your Guardian I speak. ↗

— P.C. Cast

#future #guardian #heath-luck #heaven #house

Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;/ We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death ↗

— Algernon Charles Swinburne

#heathen #pagan #death

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton’s grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it... ↗

— Emily Brontë

#cemetery #corpse #death #heathcliff #change

Ah, Loree," he whispered near her ear. "You should hear the music." -Austin ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#lorraine-heath #texas-splendor #music