Deep-pov Quote by Eric Jerome Dickey Download Open image ““Sweat rained from my forehead; my own salt blinded me until I wiped it all away.”” — Eric Jerome Dickey ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Deep-pov Sense-of-touch Way-with-words
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“The man was right who said that salt water was a cure for everything...in one of three forms, tears, sweat, or the sea.” — Arthur Gordon Copy Share Image
“She soaked her feet in salt and stared up at the stars and wondered whether drowning would hurt.” — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“She was wet with my crying. Up around her collar the cotton of her dress was plastered to her skin. I could see her… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
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“The clothes of time are wet because he foolishly stopped to witness your beauty in the rain.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Tears impress no one. But, oh yeah, there's no one here to impress. So I go ahead and let tears fall. Rain. Storm. Flood.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“It rained again.The drippings of my thought float with the downpour,trespassing all the murky ways through,painting you in the rainbow view.” — Madhushree Das Copy Share Image
“It was high time, for I now began to be tortured with thirst. The glow of the sun from above, its thousandfold reflection from… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“We'd had sex like we were whores to each other, and when it was done, we each moved to our side of the bed,… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
love is a mental illness, an obsessive-compulsive disorder romanticized! — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“. . . Your hair--it's kind of wavy. Indian in your blood, or are you a hypocrite and texturize your hair?" He hesitated, appeared… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Rainwater diluted redness, created a pink death, his matter mixing through mud and grass.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“. . . I had on . . . black jeggings under a fitted, sleeveless, flowered dress, so he could see my true shape… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
For a lot of people, becoming an author is a change in occupation... they are coming from something that totally has nothing to do… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
We see what we want to see. We idealize each other with our own fantasies. — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are. — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Ownership, even in love, is an illusion. No woman owned any man and no man owned any woman.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
hate isn't healthy, it damages the hater more than the one who's hated! — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Eye contact creates wars, creates fights, but eye contact also creates arousal. I felt the weird, pointless tingles, and I read his face and… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Her young lover changed positions, grabbed her and pulled her rear up high . . . went inside her at a brand-new angle, stroked… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“He asked, "May I kiss you?" I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop spinning. A… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“If I carried Catherine to the top of Mount Corcovado and placed her before the statue of Christ the Redeemer, Jesus would close his… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“. . . the walls of her vagina tightening around me as she laughed.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“The next thing I knew, I was falling. I dreamed I was being thrown into an open grave, but jerked awake and landed on… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than six lanes… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Jewell Stewark smiled at me from a billboard, the rain giving her face tears.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
