“When I first thought of the idea for 'Sweet Valley High,' I loved the idea of high school as microcosm of the real world. And what I really liked was how it moved things on from 'Sleeping Beauty'-esque romance novels where the girl had to wait for the hero. This would be girl-driven, very different, I decided - and indeed it is.” WorldFirstsIdeasDifferentRealWould BeSchoolRomanceGirlWaitingSleepNovelSweetHeroHigh SchoolDecidedMovedDrivenReal WorldValleysRomance NovelMicrocosmSleeping Beauty Author:Francine Pascal
“I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation.” BodyEnergyHeavenFeltVirtueCreationSweetBreathsMovedBreezeTempestRedundantQuickening Author:William Wordsworth
“I've been moved in recent days by Psalm 104:34-35: "I will sing to the Lord as long as I live. I will give praise to my God while I have my being. My meditation of him will be sweet. I will be glad in the Lord." And with my song I want to praise Him.” WantGivingLongSongLordMeditationSweetPraiseMovedGladPsalms Author:Cliff Barrows
“But when women are moved and lend help, when women, who are by nature calm and controlled, give encouragement and applause, when virtuous and knowledgeable women grace the endeavor with their sweet love, then it is invincible.” LoveGivingHelpingAgeGraceSweetEncouragementMovedCalmControlledEndeavorVirtuousApplauseInvincibleKnowledgeableSweet Love Author:Jose Marti
“The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.” MenSoundMusicSweetFitMusic IsMovedMusicalSpoilVeniceMerchantsTreasonInspirational MusicPower Of MusicMerchant Of VeniceStratagemSound And MusicSweet MusicShylockMerchant Of Venice Famous Author:William Shakespeare
“Passion now begins to wake and whom we desire, we will take then we'll cut them down to the quick love itself the cruelest trick. Moved we are by loves sweet song though it plays not for long we can blow on embers bright till passion outtakes the light.” LongPlayLightDesireSongPassionCuttingSweetMovedBlowTricksSweet LoveEmbers Author:Nancy Holder
“She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me — and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this 'must'. A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath — and dying.” MenFeelsMomentsEarthPainLastsLawJoyPiecesDyingSweetHairDrawsStonesBreathsMovedFinalsShouldersInevitableThrownIronNervesSubmitAgonyPreciseHeartbeatMagnetDeep Breath Book:We Source: We
“Won? He’s one of them! How exactly is that winning?” Michael shook his head, moved up behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. He kissed the nape of her neck gently. “I don’t know, Eve. I’m just telling you what I heard. He got some kind of agreement out of the vampires. And it was because Amelie loved him.” “Yeah, loved him enough to kill him and turn him into a bloodsucking fiend,” Eve said grimly. “How sweet. Romance isn’t dead. Oh, wait. It is.” KnowsKindSaidEnoughHandsRomanceTurnsWinningWaitingBehindsHeardSweetYeahMovedShouldersVampireNecksAgreementExactly IsAmelie Book:The Dead Girls' Dance: The Morganville Vampires Source: The Dead Girls' Dance: The Morganville Vampires
“The secretary moved in to block Simon as I followed Thierry into the office. As the door closed, I heard her whisper, "I think it's very sweet, you sticking up for your brother like that." "I'm not trying to be sweet," Simon said, raising his voice so Thierry could hear. "I'm trying to be fair. But apparently no one's interested in that.” ThinkingTryingSaidVoiceDoorsHeardSweetBrotherOfficeFairsMovedBlockSecretaryYour BrotherVery Sweet Author:Kelley Armstrong
“Every man has a weakness," he patiently explained. "I'll find theirs, I promise you." "Every man?" "Yes," he answered emphatically. His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes. "What is your weakness, Brodick?" she asked. "You.” MenHandsEyeFacesSweetPromiseWeaknessBreathsMovedWarmEvery ManNecksHer EyesFistsI PromiseCurls Book:Ransom Source: Ransom