132 Quotes by Poppet

Who knows what real really is...

Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you.

Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches.

Aye,” he smiles, joy igniting in his stormy gray eyes, stroking my hand possessively as if unwilling to let me go for fear I am nothing more than a hallucination about to wear off.

His touch cable knits my veins, remaking and remolding who I am.

For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!

The problem with all of you is you think in isolation instead of realizing we are one community, when one of us falls, we all fall.

Fear only has power when I cower under the illusion.

Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera.