Quote by Chris Cleave Download Open image ““She was whispering into it in some language that sounded like butterflies drowning in honey.”” — Chris Cleave ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“She looked like, if you bit her, milk and honey would flow from her.” — Franz Kline Copy Share Image
“She'd whisper to me to take my tiny piece of happiness, hold its honey in my mouth until it melts away.” — Guy Vanderhaeghe Copy Share Image
“She liked the way the French fell on her ears, mellifluous and soft. It sounded the way honey tasted.” — Katharine McGee Copy Share Image
“He rubbed my arm, whispering words that sounded like moth bodies flying into glass windows.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“...so she stays there remembering the warmth of honey between her toes, with her blood not humming, with the sound of the name almost… — Tim Seibles Copy Share Image
“Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.” — Kami Garcia Copy Share Image
“She threaded her fingers through my hair and I nearly whimpered at the feel of them, my eyes rolling to the back of my… — Fisher Amelie Copy Share Image
“A hand closed over my wrist. I looked over, and there was Lilly, cast in moonlight and blue, hair snaking around her, a siren… — Kevin Emerson Copy Share Image
“I would listen to her soft voice and wonder if, somewhere deep inside, she was screaming, too.” — Zoë Marriott Copy Share Image
“Everything about her was sweet, pale like honey. You would not have been surprised to see a bee caught in the tangles of that… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
“Talk to me. Look up, I thought. But she didn't, only stopped and picked a sprig of alyssum to smell the honey. I cut… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“The hollow of his throat dipped as he swallowed, that small bit of skin beckoning to her to touch. Kiss. Lick.” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
I like to push characters to extremes so they have to make really tough decisions and there is no life more extreme than that… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
Wouldn't that be funny, if the oil rebels were playing U2 in their jungle camps, and the government soldiers were playing U2 in their… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
“When death comes you do not stay for one minute in the place it has visited. Many things arrive after death-sadness, questions, and policemen-… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
“I smiled down at Charlie, and I understood that he would be free now even if I would not. In this way the life… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
I do think it is harder to acknowledge our strengths, or to forgive ourselves and each other for our shortcomings, when there has not… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
I think the recent cluster of WWII novels is so good because we have reached an optimal distance from the war. Just as a… — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
“Yu only be livin one life, darlin. Don't matter yu don't uh-preshie-ate part of it, cos it don't stop bein part of yu.” — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image
Sometimes we don't notice that someone is being brave, because they are only doing something that seems quite easy for us. — Chris Cleave Copy Share Image