#sv

«Come on, put it down on your beautiful chest and the Death will come to life!» She stepped back. «I will never do it,» she growled. With brutality, he grabbed her arm. «You will do it, instead.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

And she. So beautiful. So terrifying. So... prohibited. He felt she was too superior for him. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

«Who are you?» whispered the Prince, trying to support those eyes. «Surely you have something special in addition to beauty,» continued she. Galadir closed his eyes, trying to regulate the breath. «Who are you?» «And I can not wait to find out what it is,» whispered the woman with a persuasive tone. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

Morwen lifted a corner of the mouth. «Save your breath, Bagrund. I'm not back. We need to talk to Raich.» «The King is currently busy. Go back where you came.» Bagrund's gaze was sharp as a blade. «He will bother for me.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#business

«Whatever,» she said, turning her back. «No, wait, I changed my mind.» Galadir grabbed her by the arm and molded her to his body. «I have already forgiven you.» He kissed her passionately. Morwen tied her arms around his neck, reciprocating the kiss. «I love you, Galadir, Prince of Thera. I love you so much,» she said, breaking away and showing off her stunning smile. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#change

This is what opportunity brings with it. It's the self-determination of man. Every man in the course of his life eternal life undergoes countless changes and has to appear once in this worlds as a thief in certain periods of his activity. ↗

— Jaroslav Hašek

#svejk #the-good-soldier-svejk #change

«I changed my mind.» She turned to Magdat. «Back to Vivar, I will join you there.» The Protected frowned. «Why, my Lady?» Deshre turned slightly toward him. «Because before I'll go to visit this Prince.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#change

...knowing about your past lives is worse than useless if that knowledge doesn't bring you some kind of positive change or healing. ↗

— Lianne Downey

#past-livesves #reincarnation #spirituality #change

Galadir drew his sword, pointing it at the throat of the mother. «Be quiet! Never! It's just one, the Goddess whom I have entrusted my life: the Queen of the Underworld. And no one else.» Mewar drew a sweet smile and enigmatic. «Oh, no, my loving son, you're wrong. You've been promised, and this can not be changed. You will become one servant of the Goddess that I chose for you. And you can not do anything, if you do not subject yourself to her will - and now every God wants the same thing: the death of the Maid of Flames.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#change

Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight. ↗

— Marina Tsvetaeva

#russian-poetry #tsvetaeva #wisdom #freedom