Quote by John Fante

“For the next thirteen-plus hours, I stared out the window at the passing towns and countryside. All those lives. All those untold stories and…

— Kate Klise

“I was a flower that bloomed and sparked way too fast. He took me in ’cause I was pretty in all kinds of colors…

— Charlotte Eriksson

“My eyes are bloodshot. I look at my face and I think that I had someone who loved this face. And now he's gone.…

— Taylor Jenkins Reid

“Looking at her always reminded me of a rose that was dripping blood. I always felt it was drawing all the life from inside.…

— Akshay Vasu

“He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers. A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.” Again those dark eyes shifted to…

— Sarah J Maas

“Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew…

— Deborah Wheeler

“I keep my eyes on what I remember as the road, because when I first landed in the Meadow, I wasn’t careful and I…

— Suzanne Collins

“In a moment I was clutched by several hands, and there was no mistaking that they were trying to haul me back. I struck…

— H.G. Wells

“The world is full of painful stories. Sometimes it seems as though there aren't any other kind and yet I found myself thinking how…

— Octavia E. Butler

“As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils…

— J.D. Robb

“Words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.”

— Deb Caletti

“He could not remember when anything had felt so young and fresh as her lips. The rain lay, like tears shed for him, upon…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald