Tremayne Dortch Quotes & Sayings

I'm like a moth that flew into your web of its own accord. I'm dreaming of the day you'll devour me ... But you just give me sweet nectar so I won't die. Then, one day, an adorable butterfly gets caught in your web. And right in front of my eyes, you devour her with relish. When I've seen this for myself, I can finally be free ... — Setona Mizushiro

you giver of light.
you lover of love.

you beautiful
beautiful
human being
you. — AVA.

My father married out of the family. I also married outside the family. — Leila Aboulela

If you put a man in the mindset of romance, his mind will start to create those synapses and he'll start taking charge. — Roberto Hogue

Father and son had been on poor terms (even Cicero acknowledged this) and it was arranged for the young man to be accused of parricide. This was among the most serious offenses in the charge book and was one of the few crimes to attract the death penalty under Roman law. The method of execution was extremely unpleasant. An ancient legal authority described what took place: According to the custom of our ancestors it was established that the parricide should be beaten with blood-red rods, sewn in a leather sack together with a dog [an animal despised by Greeks and Romans], a cock [like the parricide devoid of all feelings of affection], a viper [whose mother was supposed to die when it was born], and an ape [a caricature of a man], and the sack thrown into the depths of the sea or a river. — Anthony Everitt

I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

acted, however, with great efficiency and self-sacrifice. But — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

His hand was on her arm, and he could feel her skin, feel the soft warmth
of it, and then when he looked down, her face was tilted toward his, and her eyes, deep and blue
but so completely unmysterious, were gazing up at him, and in truth there was no way - simply
no way - he could do anything in that moment but kiss her.
Anything else would have been a tragedy. — Julia Quinn