His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheeckbones. "Starting to think you were… — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
There are two very different types of hope in this world. One is hoping for something, and the other is hoping in… — Pete Wilson Copy Share Image
“But she couldn't help it. She did hope. She was hoping. She had been hoping all along.” — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share Image
