“Don't let this Ramadan be just a holiday of rituals. Don't finish reading the Quran without it transforming you. Don't feed your body at suhoor, but starve your heart of Qiyam. Don't reduce this downpour of mercy to just a month of sweets and lavish iftars. Seek Him, you will find. Take a sincere step towards change, transformation, redemption. If you do, you will find Him in front of you. Find Him this month. He's been there all along. Closer than your jugular vein. Look and you'll find. Walk and you'll arrive.” IfsLooksHeartBodyReadingWalksStepsFrontsSweetMonthsMercyTransformationYour BodyRedemptionHolidaySincereRitualVeinsTransformingFastingQuranSpiritual TransformationRamadan Author:Yasmin Mogahed
“No," interrupted Marcia emphatically. "And you're a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me." Horace stopped quickly in front of her. "Why do you want me to kiss you?" he asked intently. "Do you just go round kissing people?" "Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going around kissing people.” PeopleWantLife IsBoysFrontsSweetKissingRoundsWant MeKiss MeInterruptedYou Want MeDo You Want Me Book:Flappers and Philosophers Source: Flappers and Philosophers
“And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him. The girl in front of him seemed to disappear, and all there was in the hallway was him and the sweet, beautiful smell of his blood.” FeelsLooksEyeBeautifulGirlHappenedBloodFrontsSweetSmellDisappearBizarreHallways Book:House of Night Series Source: House of Night Series
“Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and something never die - but the thought of those sweet kernels bursting between my teeth sure sets my mouth to watering. It's fantasy, I know that. Neither will happen. I just like to weight the options, as though I were standing in front of Solomon: a final roll in the hay or an ear of corn. What a wonderful dilemma. Sometimes I substitute an apple for the corn.” IfsThinkingKnowsMenSometimesHappensDiesFantasyWonderfulFrontsSweetMouthsStandingEarsWeightFinalsTeethApplesSubstitutesMaking LoveCornDilemmaBurstingSolomonHayKernel Author:Sara Gruen
“Eve hugged her, hard. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “What happened to the old frosting?” Shane, sitting at the table, raised his hand. “Took one for the team.” “Jesus, you ate it? All of it?” “Nah.” He held up the bowl that was sitting in front of him. There was still about half a cup left. “Couldn’t finish it all.” Eve blinked and looked at Claire, who shrugged and said, “I always thought he was sweet.” SaidStillsHardHandsBeautifulJesusLeftHalfHappenedTeamFrontsSweetSittingTablesRaisedCupsBowlsClaireShane Author:Rachel Caine
“Will sat where he was, gazing at the silver bowl in front of him; a white rose was floating in it, and he seemed prepared to stare at it until it went under. In the Kitchen Bridget was still singing one of her awful sad songs; the lyrics drifted in through the door: "Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air, I heard a maid making her moan; Said, 'Saw ye my father? Or ye my mother? Or saw ye my brother John? Or saw ye the lad that I love best, And his name it is Sweet William?" I may murder her, Tessa thought. Let her make a song about that.” MaySaidStillsMotherSongFatherNamesWhiteSawsDoorsHeardAirFrontsSweetBrotherSingingFairsMurderRosePreparedAwfulEveningStaringSatMy BrotherKitchenSilverBowlsFloatingMaidsLadGazingSad SongWhite Rose Book:Clockwork Prince Source: Clockwork Prince