Quote by Janet Fitch Download Open image ““He just wanted to stand close to her, touch her hair that was white as glacier milk...”” — Janet Fitch ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“...even though she felt a wave of dread. If they knew she was nervous, she'd be at their mercy. But if they thought she… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“But I can tell you this,” he continued. “The white witch doesn’t feel things the way we do, do you understand? She’s all ice.… — Anne Ursu Copy Share Image
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“His hair was especially mussed. So much so that her fingertips tingled with the need to grab and plunder the curls and let her… — Taryn Elliott Copy Share Image
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“She looked like, if you bit her, milk and honey would flow from her.” — Franz Kline Copy Share Image
“He just wanted to be near her. Spend enough time with her that her scent stayed on his skin.” — Robin Bielman Copy Share Image
“..his tone, like warm maple syrup, drizzled down her spine and licked all the way back up.” — Jasmine Haynes Copy Share Image
“He looked at her, smiling. Her heart—which had been beating pretty rapidly all evening, increased in pace. His hair was ruffled and he had… — Serenity Woods Copy Share Image
How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“That fucking crow-bodied thing had won. How gleeful it was now. All because he'd wanted to live, forget genius and destiny, and simply be… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But Michael saw… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“They can't touch us. We're the Vikings. We go into battle without armor for the flush and the blood of it.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a race. Three… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“If I were a poet, that’s what I’d write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. Men who loaded trains, emergency… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“what was the point in creating something that was so futile and so precious? everything beautiful was like that. a little bit of the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
