“Her face crashes. She hasn't dealt with a single transfusion or lumbar puncture. She wasn't allowed near me for the bone-marrow transplant, but she could have been there for any number of diagnoses, and wasn't. Even her promises to visit more often have faded away with Christmas. It's her turn to taste some reality.” Has BeensRealityFacesTurnsNumbersPromiseTasteBonesCrashCould Have BeenDiagnosisFadedMarrowTransplantsPunctureBone Marrow Author:Jenny Downham
“And yet when i finally drifted of in that barely conscious state where logic was absent and dreams encroached i could almost hear bone's voice. he was whispering that same promise he'd made to me months ago when our relationship started and i wondered if it was a sign - and if he'd really meant it. If you run from me i'll chase you. And i'll find you.” IfsMadeStatesDreamRunningVoiceMonthsPromiseConsciousLogicBonesOur RelationshipAbsentWhispering Author:Jeaniene Frost
“Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.” HeartWholeTogetherBreakPromiseBonesBack TogetherHandle With Care Book:Handle with Care: A Novel Source: Handle with Care: A Novel
“Deep, bone-melting pleasure surged through Kira’s subconscious as he thrust forward again, almost causing her to shout at the crash of rapture filling her. “That is what I feel when I’m inside you.” His voice was low, eyes lit up with blinding green. “And you will feel every measure of the same, I promise.” FeelsEyeVoicePleasurePromiseLowsGreenBonesCrashSubconsciousLitFillingThrustMeltingI PromiseRaptureKira Author:Jeaniene Frost
“...But the one thing that I would never, ever recover from would be losing you. You made me promise before to go on if that happened, but Bones, I wouldn't want to. - Cat from This Side of the Grave” IfsWantMadeWould BeSidesHappenedOne ThingGoes OnPromiseLosingCatBonesGraves Author:Jeaniene Frost
“At the door , she made him promise to go without goodbyes .She closed the door on him . Laila leaned her back against it , shaking against his pounding fists , one arm gripping her belly and a hand across her mouth , as he spoke throughout the door and promised that he would come back for her . She stood there until he tired , until he gave up , and then she listened to his uneven footsteps until they faded , until all was quiet , save for the gunfire cracking in the hills and her own heart thudding in her belly , her eyes , her bones .” HeartMadeHandsEyeDoorsArmsPromiseQuietMouthsTiredBonesHillsGoodbyeSpokesHer EyesBellyFistsShakingGave UpFootstepsFadedGripping Author:Khaled Hosseini