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“My mind flashes back to the Shadow Garden years ago, to the pangs of envy in my stomach as I watched Sebastian and Lucia before growing a flower with my hands. I recall the overpowering grief spilling out of me the night I created the ball of fire, the desperate yearning for my mother a few weeks ago when I grew a rose, my longing for Sebastian when I changed the colors in the Maze. Heightened emotion. That must be the trigger to my gift. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing my thoughts away from the fire in this room and back to the nightclub in Windsor. Swaying in Sebastian's arms, my head nestled beneath his chin, our faces nearly meeting--- My eyes fly open as the sizzling sensation returns to my hands. I watch win awe as tiny cracks begin to form in my fingertips--and water comes sprouting from them. Teddy howls in shock as I move may hands over the wastebasket, the water from my fingers extinguishing the fire, until all that remains is a smoky aftermath. Teddy leaps into my arms, licking my face in relief. "We're okay, buddy. We're okay." I hold his furry little body close, and after setting him down, I stare at my hands in wonder. They've returned to normal. the cracks are gone. What I've just done is completely insane... but also a miracle.”

“In the thicket of dark hair on his chest, her fingers entwine with Fiona’s, and a softly exhaled sigh of contentment escapes her blonde-haired lover’s lips. The symmetry of them at each side of him is imperfect, but then this is true in much of nature. Not everything is as true as a butterflies wing. She pushes her nose into his hair and basks in his scent. Nature, symmetrical or otherwise, also abhors a vacuum. It is Fiona who breaks the silence, perhaps unsurprisingly. ‘I’ve been thinking about your book.’ She murmurs, her fingers forming triangle shapes with Jutta’s beneath the cover, breaking and reforming them again in unseen silence. A game without a word between them, a twinned tickle above John’s steady heart.”

“When we share our naked body, our money and our financial future, the range of our good and bad emotions, our dearest dreams and most painful memories, our trembling fears, our fragile hopes, and our sweetest and most touching joys, the relationship cannot be anything other than a uniquely powerful human opportunity. It will hold the capacity to hurt and heal in an unparalleled way. It is a unique gift to ourselves, and it is a unique gift to the other.”