Her stomach fluttered as he led her to the middle of the ball, away from the glass displays and red velvet ropes. Leaning on his steady arm, she felt a touch dizzy. She caught the faint scent of fresh linen, and her heart began to beat in an Esperaldo jig stomp.
Azalea's skirts swished as he brought her into dance position. He was tall; he straightened into the best form she could, her eyes level to his chin. The girls leaned forward, memorizing each movement as Mr. Bradford placed his hand on her back, just beneath her shoulder, and lifted her hand, gently.
A rosy pink touched their pale cheeks, and the mirrors along the wall caught their smiles as they turned, all seeming to feel the warm bit of flicker inside them. Azalea loved dancing for that glow.
By the time the gentlemen escorted her to a velvet chair at the ballroom's side, the beamed and complimented her on her grace. Azalea returned the compliment with a sleek, deep curtsy that made her green skirts swath the floor in a silky puddle, and giggled inside when their mounths dropped. One day, she was determined, she would be quite as graceful as Mother. mother didn't walk. She glided.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose The past is never far Did you lose yourself somewhere out there Did you get to be a star And don't it make you sad to know that life Is more than who we are You grew up way too fast And now there's nothing to believe And reruns all become our history A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio And I won't tell no one your name [...] It's lonely where you are come back down And I won't tell me your name Name - Goo Goo Dolls Boyce Avenue cover
Aurelia blinked. “On the contrary, I believe the young man you have threatened just now is at least as fine an example. Would you not say his refusal to betray my identity or lie to you at peril of his own life can compare to any form of loyalty.
Robert watched the other man’s departure without actually seeing the figure fade along the road between the outstretched limbs of competing apple orchards. All he could picture was Aurelia’s face when she found out Drew was gone without a word. The blood that would darken her skin. The lines that would sharpen her forehead and jaw. The flames that would shoot from her eyes. Whatever Drew owed him, it was not enough.
She could not help but feel that ignorance would be easier. Then there could be no misunderstandings. Or brutal truths. Was the chasm in her heart not better than her mother’s open hatred? Were fragile memories not better than broken ones? And was it not all better—the hurt, the emptiness, the anger—than the agonizing flutter of hope?
She gave him a cool gaze, her eyebrows rising in perfect arcs over her brown eyes, matching cheekbones, and smooth jawline. Then her fingers continued unbuttoning the printed sleeve of her travel jacket. “Not that I am aware,” she replied, “but I am not certain one would be aware of such a thing if one was insane.
All your life you've tried to felt avoid, oh Fake a smile but couldn't find the joy, no They slow you down Just to make sure you'll fade in, oh But they were wrong, cause I wouldn't change a thing, no If you want somebody to love you You know, I will If you want somebody to need you You know, I will [...] Behind your walls I fell for the girl in pain, oh So all along Your struggles were not in vain, oh Speed Limit - Boyce Avenue
"Você tem idéias ao sonhar acordado. Você tem idéias ao estar entediado. Você tem idéias o tempo todo. A única diferença entre escritores e as outras pessoas, é que nós percebemos quando estamos fazendo isso."
I mean, Captain Jack Sparrow. "Nos desonestos pode-se sempre confiar na desonestidade. Honestamente, os honestos é que deviam ser vigiados pois nunca se sabe quando farão alguma coisa realmente estúpida." "Todo mundo viu? Por que eu não vou fazer de novo."
"Você mentiu para mim me contando a verdade!"
"Tesouros não são apenas ouro e prata, amigo."
"Complicações surgiram, continuaram e foram superadas." "Se não tem sobreviventes, então quem conta as histórias?"