Petra F. Bagnardi Quotes & Sayings

Dreams reveal facts about ourselves that we ignored. Dreams help us see hidden truths.
Dreams, sometimes, are just soothing songs. — Petra F. Bagnardi

I've seen the ocean lapping lovingly at his muscles. And now I look at the sun stroking his skin like a possessive lover.
My best friend doesn't live life, he devours it. — Petra F. Bagnardi

I love your hair. It's like a waterfall of black ink," he utters softly. — Petra F. Bagnardi

Life must be savored, not rushed. Let me savor your soft warmth."

(Eagan,"A Veil of Glass and Rain") — Petra F. Bagnardi

Right there I knew I wanted, one day, to live in
Rome, because it was protected by a construction that could
bare the weight of the world. — Petra F. Bagnardi

I sing. I let go. I open my arms to the kind unknown."

(Brina, "A Veil of Glass and Rain") — Petra F. Bagnardi

Without him in my life I'm a frozen pond reflecting the daylight but never absorbing its heat. — Petra F. Bagnardi

Take control of the situation. Be an alpha guy. Instead of - Hell, I don't know which letter of the Greek alphabet you're now, but it's not a good one.
(Neal,"A Veil of Glass and Rain") — Petra F. Bagnardi

Italians are genetically incapable of standing in an orderly line, so much so that the movie theater seems more crowded than it actually is. — Petra F. Bagnardi

My friend. My love. My breath.-Eagan — Petra F. Bagnardi

I'm pulled, pushed and then I find my back against a wall. Eagan's taut frame is bent toward mine, and my body is arched toward his. We create a peculiar sculpture of opposite forces. He cups my face in his palms and makes me look up at him. His lips are so close to mine, that I feel the whisper of his breath against my mouth; I smell mint and a hint of beer. I desire a kiss so desperately, my body is humming with longing. I curl my fingers around his wrists.
"I hate fighting with you," he admits huskily.
"I know. Me too."
"I need to hold you."
I nod and let him fold his arms around me. I bury my face against his chest and utter soft sounds of contentment as his warmth leaks into my skin.
I glance at our shadows painted on the gravel by darkness and streetlights; we're not opposite forces any longer, we're one single being.

("A Veil of Glass and Rain") — Petra F. Bagnardi