“I’m here because the reason I get up each morning, needs me as much as I need her.” -Jax Stone”

But Ash, I can’t continue to want you from a distance. To love you and not have you. I’d end up in jail if anyone tried to touch you and God forbid you tried to date someone.

When you get inside go change into something loose and baggy. And for all that’s holy, please wear panties and a bra.

I don’t want to love you,” I forced out through the thickness in my throat. “God, I hope you do, because you own me completely,” he whispered.

That’s really sweet.” He grinned and reached for a plate. “Then I believe my mission is accomplished.” Laughing softly so I didn’t wake up Cage, I walked over and took the plate he was offering to me.

I loved her. I loved her with a something so fierce I couldn’t even name it.

Goodbyes weren’t all they were cracked up to be

With Woods arms wrapped around me and the beat of his heart pressed against my chest, I knew he would hold me steady. If I ever fell, I’d have him to catch me.

I know I’m doing something wrong and I feel guilty but neither of those things matter enough to make me stop

He was so good and honest. Why couldn’t I love him instead?

I was already headed for Hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.

No one expected the preacher’s daughter to sin, but they sure would love to catch me at it.

Hello Rush,” she said, breaking the silence. The sound of her voice almost sent me to my knees. God, I’d missed her voice. “Blaire,” I managed to say, terrified that I’d scare her away just by speaking.

I perfected the art of being uninteresting.

You’re my exception.

You think this necklace is a tailsman?” “Yep, I’m not stupid Leif. I hang with Death, ya know.

Would you tell Dank that I will alway love him? That I’m sorry that I can’t leave here. I’m protecting those I love. But I will think of him every day and I will hum his song to myself every night as I go to sleep.

The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.

A falling drop at last will carve a stone.

Two things stand like stone, Kindness in another’s trouble, Courage in your own.

sticks and stones can only break bones; but words can shatter the soul

I build only living stones–men.

Symbol and metaphor are as much a part of the architectural vocabulary as stone and steel.

Why are we not tasting the bliss of Bhakti? Because we are taking shelter of stone boats. We are sinking and drowning in Maya & still we are further taking shelter of stone boats and this can go on life after life.

In a conservative old town, say something new and be prepared for the stones!