She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.
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Quote:- She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.
Author:- robert m drake
Category:- Relationships,best,poetry,hope
Quote:- She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.
Author:- robert m drake
Category:- Relationships,poetry,best,hope
Quote:- She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from divine.
Author:- Shakieb Orgunwall
Category:- Love
Quote:- She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?
Clockwork Angel
Author:- Cassandra Clare
Category:- best
Quote:- she was completely wholeand yet never fully complete
Stories of a Polished Pistil: Lace and Ruffles
Author:- Maquita Donyel Irvin
Category:- Love,Relationships,hope
Quote:- She was diagnosed with leukemia when Lily was six months old.... Diana and I had looked at each other, no clue, nowhere to begin, certainly no answers, other than the largest answer, that is, the answer that emerged in how, despite or maybe in lieu of the terror of the situation, our bodies had involuntarily gravitated toward each other, how our petty grudges and growing disagreements—all the fissures and loggerheads that had been emerging in our marriage—had given way.
Author:- Charles Bock
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- She was everything real in a world of make-believe.
Love Her Wild
Author:- Atticus Poetry
Category:- poetry,best
Quote:- She was famous, and she was insane.Her voice soared out over the audience, holding them spellbound and enraptured, delivering their hopes and fears tangled in chords and rhythm. They called her an angel, her voice a gift.She was famous, and she was a liar.
Queen of Shadows
Author:- Dianne Sylvan
Category:- hope
Quote:- She was getting up half an hour earlier than usual to do her sun salutations and repeat her mantras."Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift," she'd chant to herself as she brushed her teeth. "It's not happy people who are grateful, it's grateful people who are happy," she'd say as she brushed her hair.
The Authenticity Project
Author:- Clare Pooley
Category:- motivational
Quote:- She was heartily ashamed of her ignorance - a misplaced shame. Where people wish to attach, they should always be ignorant. To come with a well−informed mind is to come with an inability of administering to the vanity of others, which a sensible person would always wish to avoid. A woman especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.
Northanger Abbey
Author:- Jane Austen
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- She was knowingly punishing herself. That was the only reasonable explanation. There was no use in acting naive. What happened earlier in the day was proof that she was going to give in to his flirtation. It appeared she'd thrown caution to the wind and opened her arms to embrace everything that could go wrong in her life. What's one more problem to add to the pile?
The Place That Gave
Author:- Emem Uko
Category:- Love
Quote:- She was madness, but she was art. Some precarious balance of shadow and light. Because those who feel the weight of beauty always risk being destroyed by it.
As Muses Burn
Author:- Mira Hadlow
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- She was never going to seek gainful employment again, that was for certain. She'd remain outside the public sector. She'd be an anarchist, she'd travel with jaguars. She was going to train herself to be totally irrational. She'd fall in love with a totally inappropriate person. She'd really work on it, but abandon would be involved as well. She'd have different names, a.k.a. Snake, a.k.a. Snow - no that was juvenile. She wanted to be extraordinary, to possess a savage glitter.
Author:- Joy Williams
Category:- time
Quote:- She was not for everyone but she was for me.
Love Her Wild
Author:- Atticus Poetry
Category:- poetry,best
Quote:- She was remembering His gaze, those deep pools of blue, crystalline in nature, peering deep into her soul. She remembered the first night she had looked into that darkness – no, into that light in his eyes – they were level and straight, kind and compassionate, without any ado, Her hands in His, offerings of comfort and concern for Her station, the concern she felt for those close to Her, each to their own heaven or hell, and the law of attraction began to build.
Tales of Love and LIght Here, Now, and All Ways
Author:- Frank L. DeSilva
Category:- poetry
Quote:- She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.
The Awakening
Author:- Kate Chopin
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?
Song of Solomon
Author:- Toni Morrison
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- She was the Weeping Woman, sure. But I was the woman who made rainwater out of tears. I would use them to water my crops through this drought. When people bought my fat turnips and sharp radishes and long, thick carrots, they would taste of freshly turned futures, hope, the bittersweet taste of things past, and the salty tang of possibility. This I would do to remind others that we are the seeds we plant, not the histories forced upon us. This I would do to wash away the sorrow from my soul.
Weep, Woman, Weep
Author:- Maria DeBlassie
Category:- hope