#lovely

You are my king. You could command me to stop seeing her." Niall turned his gaze to Irial. "What would you do?" "Blind myself, if you were foolish enough to use those words. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#irial #love #loyalty #niall #sight

I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#love

Dang! Look at that RAINBOW!" Piper shouted, accidently spewing bits of apple pie from her overstuffed mouth. All quickly turned and saw... ...exactly what Piper claimed, a rainbow. ↗

— Victoria Forester

#bella-lovely #exclaimation #powers #shouting #the-girl-who-could-fly

Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! His two little frogs of girls, that’s who. They know where they are, do you, do you? ↗

— Alice Sebold

#love

How can I be expected to be trapped for the rest of my life by a man frozen in time? ↗

— Alice Sebold

#love

Samuel walked out to Lindsey then, and there she was in his arms, my sweet butterball babe, born ten years after my fourteen years on Earth: Abigail Suzanne. Little Susie to me. Samuel placed Susie on a blanket near the flowers. And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#novel #quotes #the-lovely-bones #love

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind? ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#dreaming #dreams #fairy-tales #inkheart #inspirational

Ron Howard is as good a person as you could want to work with on film. He never lost his cool. He's the most easygoing, lovely man, but he's got this enormous intelligence and a wonderful humanity. ↗

— Christine Baranski

#could #easygoing #enormous #film #good

I am single and childless, but I have lots of friends and I am an aunt to three lovely children. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#aunt #childless #children #friends #i

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

#blows #buried #caesar #every #garden