He is only fifteen! Does she really think he is prepared for marriage, especially with his intellectual range of a teacup?

My wishing star glowed slightly and winked back at me. I could almost hear its voice, tinkling like wind chimes and church bells, reassuring me that everything would return to normal.

Making friends is not a big deal. Replacing me with them after talking to them for only one bloody day is a big deal.

She was merely an actress who had been forced to perform her part on stage without fully knowing her lines. She was not real.

We laughed as we ducked behind a pile of snow. Then our brothers came charging through the barrier, sending the four of us sliding down a white slope full of cherished memories.

I opened my eyes and watched the water stream past me. I let out some of my air and gazed at the cascade of silver bubbles dancing up to the surface.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there really is some goodness here in our world. But if goodness existed, that must mean that darkness existed as well.

I brooded over it. If it had been any other dream, I would have ignored it. But it was one of those dreams. One of those purple dreams. One of those dreams that had an unusual tendency to come true.

But what if Oscar—” “Breathes fire and threatens to cook you over a grill?” “I was thinking what if he gets mad, but I think your way works as well.” “Then you shall make for a tasty meal.

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

Our pendants glowed in unison and I understood that they represented us – Siren and human intertwined for eternity.

His memory is the last place i want to be. I would give anything to always be in his present.

Life is a hologram. Even the smallest moment contains eternity within it.

Remember! Reality's an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold! Byeeee!

A writer's partner should be a good reader...otherwise she/he will get bored what's happening around.

...one of the roles of man is to shut his eyes and keep them shut to see if he can continue into the night of his old age the dream curtailed in the night of his youth.

God’s plan is for every believer to be married to Christ

Adele and Vladimir danced along the banks of the River Seine, the loveliness of spring a backdrop all around them.

You realize when you're pregnant how lucky you are to have access to medical care.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

I am convinced now that virtually every destructive behavior and addiction I battled off and on for years was rooted in my (well-earned) insecurity.