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Beyond Passion and Dreams: Two Souls. One Fire. No Survivors.

Book by Yarro Rai · 21 quotes · Celebrity Romance, Soulful Connection, Love And Madness

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“I can’t disgrace the great woman buried somewhere beneath the drugs, the naked outbursts on stage, behind the tongue-wagging, rebellious teen artist... to the tormented woman performer. There is a human being inside. And even with her vices, I’m pretty sure she has a great story she’s been dying to whisper. A girl screaming for everyone to look beyond the magazine covers and tabloid stories. A story I want to listen to—all night.”

“Under the dawn skies, she too became a person without identity, not knowing where Saleen began and where Isaac ended. It was a sky without boundaries, a flight without horizon. She nearly grabbed one of the white clouds to cover what was happening to her body, and the early morning itself as a sheet to cover what was happening to her soul.”

“Then he began wrapping her in his pages—pages filled with his poetry. Not just words, but slices of his soul. He wrapped every wound with them, pressing until the ink bled through her skin, until the poetry seeped inside her, becoming one with her. Every rhyme, every reason, every iambic pentameter every neat measurement of craft became obsolete in this incursion.”

“They allowed the infinite cosmos, infant stars to witness their amalgamation. They fit inside each other, rotating in quiet ritual, adjusting, trying to find the most efficient, most eternal way to become one. Their union echoed across the universe even to planets yet undiscovered by mankind. And even if Earth is destroyed a thousand years from now, the image of them joined beneath a starry sky and bathed in moonlight will ripple outward, echoing until the universe itself collapses.”

“Isaac broke the ink cartridge in his hand until it dripped from his fist. He dipped his hand onto her face, then her aching neck, then to her breasts making waves, carving her in such a way she nearly rose from the bed. He read all her wounds, marks, and scratches like a blind man reading braille. The encoded torment she had allowed herself to be laden with, just to check if she still felt.”

“So fuck me, Fuck me in ten different positions to the content of your heart. Until I become just a woman from a goddess. And when your blood stops flowing to your crotch, maybe... maybe I’ll finally meet the man. The man who just told me he wants to listen to me all night—the stories I’ve been trying to scream.”

“And at last, when overwhelmed by the weight of it all, Saleen collapsed into Isaac's jacket. He threw his pages into the air. They rained down, covering them like soft snow. They were lost together in a land where milk and honey flowed. Where the weather was always dawn. Where the clouds were always white.”

“Nobody goes that deep. Everybody is so awestruck by this exterior beauty that they never think further—including me. After I fuck you in ten different positions to the content of my heart, there always comes a moment when the rate of return diminishes. After fucking you a thousand times, you’ll be just another girl. A woman, to me. Have you ever heard the phrase that no matter how beautiful a woman is there is always a man tired of fucking her. Then what? Then comes the void. The empty. The nothing. I am afraid of that shallow, because I know you... but I really don’t know you.”