#shapes

And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked and soothed. Hers caressed. The distance - and the difference - between us dwindled and vanished. We could meet, mingle, and blend. Neither one of us existed any more; for a time there was a single being that was both. There was escape from the solitary cell; a brief symbiosis, sharing all the word ... ↗

— John Wyndham

#thought-shapes #love

So...I suggest you try and get control over your more unusual nature, see if you can't coax those claws away, and I'll try very, very hard not to throw up over what's left of your shoes. How does that sound? ↗

— Kate Griffin

#matthew-swift #shapeshifter #nature

He's naked," she said in a whisper louder than a yell. "He knows," Cyrus said. "Does he want a blanket?" "Apparently not. ↗

— Dominique Eastwick

#paranormal-romance #rubenesque #shapeshifter-romance #were-tiger #wiccan-haus

My dresses are for women of all different shapes and sizes. Actually, the one I tried on yesterday was the one Jennifer wore. And who'd have thought I'd be the same size as Jennifer Lopez! ↗

— Victoria Beckham

#different #different shapes #dresses #i #i tried

Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#colours #degree #happen #happening #nothing

The public is not to see where power lies, how it shapes policy, and for what ends. Rather, people are to hate and fear one another. ↗

— Noam Chomsky

#ends #fear #hate #how #lies

She reached out, her fingers hesitant. The deer—Knox—tilted his head down, letting her touch his antlers. Her hand trembled slightly as she caressed the boney protrusion. The ivory tines were warmer than she thought they’d be, a living extension of the man inside. She petted his pelt next, charmed by the coarse fur and the feel of his muscles bunching and moving underneath. Sitting back, she winked up at him. "You probably get this a lot,but…nice rack.” The deer flashed back into a man who tackled her onto her pillows with a wolfy growl. “Always gotta be the smartass, don’t you? ↗

— Miranda Stowe

#erotic-romance #shapeshifter #dreams

There is an idea, the basis of an internal structure, expanded and split into different shapes or groups of sound constantly changing in shape, direction, and speed, attracted and repulsed by various forces. ↗

— Edgard Varese

#basis #changing #constantly #different #different shapes

And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being. ↗

— Black Elk

#being #i #i can #like #live

For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day. ↗

— James Thomson

#dream #frequently #life #night #return