81 Quotes About Be-my-wolff

We'll be up in a minute,' states Katya, speaking from a particular stillness, in sudden recognition of a dream made real, a dream annulled, so she had thought, by long words of the womb—'endometriosis,' 'hyperplasia'—and now made true, this vision of a boy on a staircase answering to his name, coming to her call. My son. She raises one arm slightly in front of Lev at her side, in gentle impediment. Not yet. Wait here. Let me see. This was always preordained.

Like a bird, Tasha sees acutely on the periphery, and for a moment, before fear sets in, this feels somewhat prophetic. The periphery is always full of signs, of things to come, of things that once were, and of yearnings.

Zachariah's eyes were described as being of the deepest blue. Yet were a person to shine a light at him tonight, straight into his eyes, he would perceive them to be coloured amber, almost gold. He would perceive a wolfish glow.

A wolf's sense of hearing is remarkably acute. A wolf can detect another's howl from as far as nineteen kilometres away.

Zach's eyes flash with light, caught by the peculiar greenness of early summer grass and the strobe effect of sun through wrought-iron fencing and trees. He kicks at dust and gravel with his unlaced desert boots, cricket spikes slung around his neck by the laces, his tread lazy and ostentatious, full of close-of-play sensuality.

Zachariah, Zachariah,' whispers Rachel, casting a practised eye over the back of his head and down the length of him, from the shoulder blades where his wings once grew, epochs ago, in some other guise: angel—guardian, avenging—or great vagrant bird—Daurian Jackdaw, Chimney Swift, Pacific Loon!

It is perfectly scientific,' Lev protests, rising to draw the heavy dining room curtains against the streetlamp light, reducing it to a glow that bleeds amber round the edges and between the panels of plum brocade. Lev turns back into the room but stays by the window a moment to observe the new play of light, the chandelier casting shards of glitter upon mahogany and bold shadows across the high brow and long sharp plains of Katya's timeless face. Oh my wife.

Yes, in the feverish dance of dust, she thinks, there is surely a speck of Zachariah. Even in his absence, in so many ways, he is so very much here.

Zachariah, Zachariah. I've never been so long away. I never felt so much special pain. I never knew I loved you so much.