“Un guerrero se define por momentos", dijo Aiden. "Un solo momento puede hacerte un guerrero. Un guerrero se define también por las decisiones. Por su coraje. Pero un guerrero también es alguien normal. No puedes ser un guerrero a cada momento. Pero, el espíritu de un guerrero siempre está presente.”
― Morgan Rice, quote from Desired
“Tienes que elegir", dijo Aiden. "Puedes quedarte aquí, renunciar a la misión, y vivir una vida feliz con Caleb. Será una vida del corazón. Pero no del espíritu. Hemos sido traídos a este planeta para elegir entre dos vidas: una vida del corazón, o una vida del espíritu. Nuestro corazón nos puede atar a las cuestiones domésticas. Pero nuestro espíritu debe elevarse. Debe seguir su vocación.”
― Morgan Rice, quote from Desired
“Tu mayor fortaleza es también tu mayor debilidad", dijo. "Tu pasión. Tu furia. No estoy diciendo que no deberías haber golpeado a Caín. Lo que estoy diciendo es que no deberías haberte golpeado a ti misma.”
― Morgan Rice, quote from Desired
“Tu peor enemigo eres tú mismo.”
― Morgan Rice, quote from Desired
“Ningún lugar es hermoso si estás atrapado en él,”
― Morgan Rice, quote from Desired
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“No one species shall make the life of the world its own.' … That's one expression of the law. Here's another: 'The world was not made for any one species.”
― Daniel Quinn, quote from Ishmael: An Adventure of the Mind and Spirit
“Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims.”
― H.G. Wells, quote from The War of the Worlds
“Where are you going?”
“My God, you’re like the plague.”
“A masterfully crafted, powerfully understated, and epic parable of timeless moral resonance? Why, thank you. That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me,” he said.
“The disease, Noah. Not the book.”
“I’m ignoring that qualification.”
― Michelle Hodkin, quote from The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
“The past is dead. Tomorrow will become whatever decision you make it. ~ Acheron.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, quote from Acheron
“His body was urgent against her, and she didn't have the heart anymore to fight...She saw his eyes, tense and brilliant, fierce, not loving. But her will had left her. A strange weight was on her limbs. She was giving way. She was giving up...she had to lie down there under the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in his shirt and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes...He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside her. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. She lay unconscious of the wild little cries she uttered at the last. But it was over too soon, too soon, and she could no longer force her own conclusion with her own activity. This was different, different. She could do nothing. She could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him. She could only wait, wait and moan in spirit and she felt him withdrawing, withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he would slip out of her and be gone. Whilst all her womb was open and soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea anenome under the tide, clamouring for him to come in again and make fulfillment for her. She clung to him unconscious in passion, and he never quite slipped from her, and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange rhythms flushing up into her with a strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and swelling til it filled all her cleaving consciousness, and then began again the unspeakable motion that was not really motion, but pure deepening whirlpools of sensation swirling deeper and deeper through all her tissue and consciousness, til she was one perfect concentric fluid of feeling, and she lay there crying in unconscious inarticulate cries.”
― D.H. Lawrence, quote from Lady Chatterley's Lover
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