“It was funny, though, the things you didn't learn about people until after they died.”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, quote from Tantalize
“But adulthood," continued the barely twentysomething, "doesn't give you power over what matters most. It doesn't protect you from pain, loss, fate. That's part of being human.”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, quote from Tantalize
“Men suck.
- Not all men. Just the really good ones.”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, quote from Tantalize
“Besides, humans aren't prey. They are our natural enemies. They are to be avoided. ”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, quote from Tantalize
“In the end, I'd loved him enough to let go. From afar, I would love him forever.”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, quote from Tantalize
“Turned out there was some big, bad Wolf in my good boy after all.”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, quote from Tantalize
“She seems to think being cryptic is some kind of substitute for having a decent personality.”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, quote from Tantalize
“There’s always music,” he replied, “if you listen carefully enough.”
― Cynthia Leitich Smith, quote from Tantalize
Cynthia Leitich Smith
Born place: Kansas City, The United States
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“This is how we reveal ourselves: these tiny flashes of discomfort, the reactions we can’t hide.”
― Christina Lauren, quote from Autoboyography
“Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try.”
― John Steinbeck, quote from Sweet Thursday
“Nights with bright pivots, departure, matter, uniquely voice, uniquely naked each day. Upon your breasts of still current, upon your legs ofharshness and water, upon the permanence and pride of your naked hair, I want to lie, my love, the tears now cast into the raucous basket where they gather, I want to lie, my love, alone with a syllable of destroyed silver, alone with a tip of your snowy breast. It is not now possible, at times, to win except by falling, it is not now possible, between two people, to tremble, to touch the river’s flower: man fibers come like needles, transactions, fragments, families of repulsive coral, tempests and hard passages through carpets of winter. Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist crest, drops of when and how, indefinite traffic: between lips and lips, as if along a coast of sand and glass, the wind passes. That is why you are endless, gather me up as if you were all solemnity, all nocturnal like a zone, until you merge with the lines of time. Advance in sweetness, come to my side until the digital leaves of the violins have become silent, until the moss takes root in the thunder, until from the throbbing of hand and hand the roots come down. VALS Yo toco el odio como pecho diurno, yo sin cesar, de ropa en ropa, vengo durmiendo lejos.”
― Pablo Neruda, quote from Residence on Earth
“Oh my gosh, he smells good, like some exotic but comforting spice, nutmeg or cardamom. Slowly Damian lowers his head to mine and I think my chest might explode, my heart is tap-dancing so quickly.
He's going to kiss me.
I've imagined this and now it's really happening, I am like a block of wood. I can't move. I can't breathe. I close my eyes as the lightest feather of a breath , then lips, brushing over my lips. His breath is sweet and the taste of coffee barely lingers in his mouth. I feel as though my whole body has turned to liquid, into a river of millions of droplets, rushing apart and then back together.
"You have the softest lips," he whispers as he pulls back to look at me.
"So do you," I murmur. Oh, was that a stupid thing to say? I turn my face into his jacket and breathe in his scent.”
― Lisa Ann Sandell, quote from A Map of the Known World
“Pensate all'immagine che da una lastra fotografica si trasferisce sulla carta, diventando sempre più scura, da bianca all'oro più pallido, da ambra a seppia. Immaginate la luna mentre gira lentamente il profilo sottile fino a diventare piena, trascinando con sè le maree. Immaginate la crisalide quando schiude la bara dura della larva e mostra le ali al sole. L'insetto perfetto piange il bruco che un tempo è stato? E se ne ricorda?”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Sleep, Pale Sister
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