41 Quotes by Marcel Ray Duriez

A deep, booming chime echoed through the square. It throbbed in the stones under my feet. Children cried, covering their ears. And I started screaming as I ran.

Then again, I have been rehabilitated until some consider and imagine, that I need life support.'-Nevaeh

My sweet brown shaggy teddy bear was the only thing, I grabbed covering my body from dinner, then I went into my room. My pink nighty top on my bed from the night before. Truly, I did not care about my nakedness anymore; after all, I am wild, continuous, unbroken, and untamed.' 'Moderate retardation books,' said Hope when she picked them up under her breath, showing them back into the unzipped backpack.

Letting go ‘Technically,’ she said, gripping her tone of knowledge. ‘Simply by one little year, though.’ And I understood… if I could be sure of the expectation I required, sure that I would get to spend always with Marcel, and Olivia and the rest of the Barn’s like my little sis Kattie- may, she is on three, (willingly not as a wrinkled tiny old lady…) at that following a year or two one course or the other wouldn't matter to me so considerably.

I never invested much thoughtfulness to where or with I would expire, nonetheless fall, though I would hold reason enough in the last few months, despite if I had, I would not have thought it would be like aforementioned, I have been a good little Catholic girl, all my life; I can sin a-little- right?

Not every 14-year-old girl is indicted for murder, brought to trial, and found guilty.' ‘Yet, the power behind words and voices is substantial to all life! I dedicated this book to all of you readers before you even read it, to understand- the book of misunderstandings for the misunderstood.

Hey, I am only fourteen, what do you expect, I can be remembered as a sinner. I need to rewind the time turner some and relive the past to see what I am missing; I have the magical power.

Nevaeh, she is not like others her age, she is one of the once-in-a-lifetime types of young ladies, that speaks her mind, yet she is polite and charming, engaging, endearing, lovable, and endearing.''I remember that Lily always did have a way of melting my heart too, and I guess she always will. It would not have been for this little girl; I would have given up on life a long time ago.

My hearts are fragile, things around me are all the same. That’s why you have to be so vigilant, it will be hot today, I can tell, it’s already hot in the chamber, and when I crack the window to sweep out the smell of orange which is death, the air outside feels as thick and heavy as an idiom.