A.S. King Quotes
Writing poetry is about learning to pare down the poem to the most essential words. Every word used has to be crucial to the poem.
Not living your life is just like killing yourself, only it takes longer.
And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.
John 1:5"Light shines into the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it
After all, trust is greater than love, and to truly trust another human-being is rare. Love can exist without trust, but trust cannot exist without love.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not rely on your own insight. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight.
Therefore, my brothers, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you.Acts 13:38
There is spiritual edification in recognizing that God stays faithful in his covenants, that he forgives all sin despite whatever historical or sociopolitical circumstance.
If I could sleep with my arms around you, the ink could stay in the bottle.
Go. Go to your beautiful dances, your beautiful ceremonies. And we will bury our dead.
Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself, ' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?
The last thing we wanted was for the Machiguenga to be sad again. Sadness appeared to bring out their violence.
She launched the airplane and it caught a current and circled down toward the town, like a promise of something good.
The possibilities were endless. Battles would be fought. Wonders revealed. Many journeys. Many lands. Many joys. Many sorrows.But stories all...
to understand pretending, " Ombric was fond of saying, "is to conquer all barriers of time and space.
I take it we're friends now, " Henry said. "We must be, " Gansey replied. "Jane says it should be so.""It should be so, " Blue agreed.
Blue screen of death: she'd crashed his system. Oh, well. Boys were so unstable that way, full of buggy, self-contradictory code, pathetically unoptimized.
Anyone who likes or hates Dana White should take a look at this.
Sethian grabbed my trembling hips in a bruising hold and began to thrust up into me almost violently, capturing my lips again in an equally bruising kiss.
One look at the stranger staring back re-convinced me that I had to be dreaming. It was me, but at the same time completely not me.
Sethian began, sounding thoughtful. “As I said, last night was more than a night of pleasure. When I brought you into my bed, you became my wife.
My new elf husband wasted no time in carrying me to the bed, then tumbling us both onto the coverlet.
Sweetheart, this is not a race to the finish line. It’s you and me, spending time together and getting to know each other better. Just that simple.
Now that we have that settled, I want to focus my attention on something else or should I say someone else... That someone else is you.
Suddenly, it seemed like I could see through her eyes and experience what she was experiencing. It blew my mind because I had never had that happen.
She curled those fingers around him and gave a long, lazy pull. "No underwear?""Didn't want to slow you down.
There are eight known Realms beyond this one. It's mixed what you find on them, but a couple of them, the phrase hell on earth couldn't be more fitting. They're a necromancer's wet dream.
There is new information.”“Are you going to share it?”“No.”Of course not. Because it would totally ruin his whole mysterious vibe. Can’t have that.
Destiny is as it is. Nothing can change it. Accept it before it ruins you.
Her heart and soul had already spoken. They wouldn’t let Lucas go.
In all of her immortal life, Morweena had never felt so alone, helpless or weak. So scared.
She smiled, content in knowing no one had ever loved her as much as Lucas, and now she knew why. Because no one could love her more, or better, than the demon king.
If you’re mad that I kissed you, I won’t apologize for that.”“No, I’m mad you stopped.” Her face flushed. “I meant, ” she tried to rephrase, “I’m mad you left the way you did.
He trailed through hallways, ducking under arms no longer there, excusing himself as he pressed through conversations long since ended.
Sometimes we live too much in the past, remembering what we wished had happened.
Memory shimmers as a crystal lakethat reflects all things invisible.
Somewhere along the way, during this hunt for Glendower, he'd forgotten to notice how much magic there was in the world. How much magic that wasn't just buried in a tomb. He was feeling it now.
Earth or Fillory, did it even matter? What was the huge conundrum? Everywhere you looked there was so much richness, you could never exhaust it.
