“Kissing a witch is a perilous business. Everybody knows it's ten times as dangerous as letting her touch your hand, or cut your hair, or steal your shoes. What simpler way is there than a kiss to give power a way into your heart?” KnowsWayGivingHeartHandsCuttingDangerousHairTenKissingShoesStealingWitch Author:Emma Donoghue
“Want to play baseball?’” she asked. Shane’s eyes opened, and he stopped stroking her hair. “What?’” “First base,’” she said. “You’re already there.’” “I’m not running the bases.’” “Well, you could at least steal second.’” “Jeez, Claire. I used to distract myself with sports stats at times like these, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.” WantFirstsWellsSaidPlayEyeRunningUsedSportsGoneHairBaseballBasesStealingRuinedClaireShaneTimes Like These Author:Rachel Caine
“On the day I swore to uphold the Hippocratic oath, the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I waited for lightning to strike. Who was I, vowing calmly among all these necktied young men to steal life out of nature's jaws, every old time we got half a chance and a paycheck?... I could not accept the contract: that every child born human upon this earth comes with a guarantee of perfect health and old age clutched in its small fist.” MenHumansChildrenAgeEarthYoungBornChancePerfectHalfAcceptingHairStrikesStealingOld AgeYoung ManGuaranteesNecksContractsLightningFistsOathStood UpPaychecksOld Time Book:The Poisonwood Bible Source: The Poisonwood Bible
“What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair. .... But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.” WantYearsLittlesEndsFacesGirlHoursLinesOur LivesHairMonthsBandSticksStealingSuitsTiesFancyColourNecksYour FaceEnd TimesGlueRubberRibbonsUnreliableParcelNoosesStranglingRubber Bands Author:Rohinton Mistry
“For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.” MindFirstsLittlesBodyEyeDarkLove YouStupidHairListeningEmptyLaysBreatheStealingWarmthHer EyesSighLove You So MuchI Love You So Much Book:J. D. Robb In Death Collection Source: J. D. Robb In Death Collection