26 Quotes by Wiss Auguste

The desert was a prison without bars. Her fear was her shackles.

Once again, she was free. Once again, she found peace. It was music that freed her soul from the dungeon of her mind.

As he seemed to be losing control, Hope licked the palm of her left hand, slid it into his already unbuttoned pants, and reached for his soul.

Yet, even the nicest places on earth become boring in due course. The greatest moments become dull and tedious once the flame of excitement ceases to burn.

I wonder if you miss my light, still as dim as you knew it to be, but still shining for you while all the brighter lights have deserted your shore.

Our dreams and nightmares are kept apart by this thin line of sanity. Some of us are just fortunate that we only cross that line in our sleep.

His warmth was her sweet obsession. His smile was her sunshine; his kisses became her addiction.

She felt rage boiling inside of her, begging to get out, begging to be set free. She succumbed to the supplications of her inner beast. She set her rage free.

Their sense of entitlement was about as big as their egos, and their egos were twice the size of their brains. Decency was a foreign concept to them; Hope ignored them all and walked into her room.