Ava Zavora Quotes & Sayings

Virtue makes for a cold bed. — Ava Zavora

Without looking at him, Sera could feel Andrew brooding and watching her.
Something was about to happen, is happening.
She was bothered by his lips, his cheeks, his nose. Bothered by the veins on his arms, by the way his skin might feel. Bothered by his large hands and bothered beyond limit by his eyes. — Ava Zavora

In Valiente's world," Eden wrote,"Love is never consummated, but remains a figment of the hero's own imagination. In preferring dreams to reality, the hero dooms himself. He would rather risk a physical death than the death of his beloved illusion. — Ava Zavora

I tire of this constant longing that follows me as night follows day, unceasing. — Ava Zavora

What I should do and what I want to do are two opposing forces. I have no idea which way I am going to end up. — Ava Zavora

When asked out, I am hesitant, my glance straying to the beeefy, 400-page mystery thriller lounging seductively on the nightstand next to my bed, with come hither eyes that promise an exciting evening of one climax after another. Never had a chance. Staying in Saturday night. — Ava Zavora

It was her favorite story, that she remembers, but she would be hard-pressed to retell it now, faithfully, as it had been told to her. All she could recall were frayed, sleep-watered images of a forgotten castle in the middle of a wild forest, stone statues, crimson roses, and a dark, animal presence never seen, but which stained her memory of the tale, even past its edges to the daylight after. — Ava Zavora

You're gone again. I am bereft again. I can't concentrate on anything. I relive our one day together until all traces of the present reality dissolve. In my classes, walking along in school, at night in my bed, I drug myself with you and fool my senses into another reality. I touch myself the way you touched me and my body responds, aching, fevered, to the point where it would be better to be smothered with nothingness rather than spend another moment on fire. — Ava Zavora

He lowered his head, his mouth on her neck. "You're all I think about. I can't breathe without you in my head, my body, everywhere. Even when I close my eyes, you're there ... " Sera arched her neck and moaned, feeling as if every inch of her skin was begging to be touched by those lips.
Unable to stand it any longer, she found his mouth and pushed herself against him, wanting to devour him and, in turn, be devoured by him. She was falling, falling, falling ... — Ava Zavora

Instead of marrying myself (that's so last
year), I think I'll marry a library instead.
In sickness and in health. Till death us do
part. I do. — Ava Zavora

An endless scream pierced the frigid night air and shook the world with its rage and sorrow. The aged stone and brick that had withstood the great quake over a hundred years ago now trembled before its pain, and even the austere grimace of the lonely grotesque, its only witness, softened in pity. — Ava Zavora

He felt that he had always been there, among the apple trees, watching for the woman in the tower to come to her window. Seasons may have passed, years may have grown green on the bough, then withered and fallen, but he would stand there and wait for a chance to keep a promise he had made. — Ava Zavora

Spring was a season for regret. — Ava Zavora

Beauty becomes tinged with sadness when experienced alone. — Ava Zavora

You were always meant for me. And I, for you. All along from the beginning, we were moving towards each other even though we didn't know it. — Ava Zavora

I don't need to know your history. I don't want to know about your past," he says as he looks at me. "I want to pretend that you exist today just for me, that no one else knows you the way I know you at this moment. — Ava Zavora

You haunt me, Mina. Even before I knew you, I felt your absence. — Ava Zavora

Some curses fade and leave nothing but the faintest mark, a tea stain on watered silk. There are those that are so malevolent that, upon defeat, explode in a fiery burst of sulfurous flames, burning everything they touch as they die. Others dissolve like morning mist in the brightness of the midday sun. Some cannot be defeated at all, but feed upon the energy spent trying to vanquish it, growing more and more potent with each failed attempt.
And then there are those ancient curses with deceptively simple antidotes that shatter like jagged shards of a vast mirror.
These curses may be broken, but never completely destroyed, sharp slivers of light distorted. — Ava Zavora