228 Quotes About Beautiful-writing

Every things fuzzy now,but I try to stay awake long enough to tell him one more thing."glad you . . .see. . .my colors caspian." " me too abbey," he said softly. "sweet dreams.

His eyes are a midnight moment filled with memories, the only windows into my world.

A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down the river.

The moon hung heavy over the lake like an overripe orange, trickling its golden stream of light across inky depths.

Under the gas lamps, mist pawed at the windows of the closed shops, which became steadily shabbier nearer home. It was such a smooth ruination that he could have been walking forward through time, watching the same buildings age five years with every step, all still as a museum

When a bone breaks, it heals stronger in the cracks. I realize this is what is happening to her heart.

To stop crying, my Raisa... laugh.

At the best of times his face was unreadable. Now his face was a book written in a language long forgotten, in an alphabet unimagined. Silas wrapped the shadows around him like a blanket, and stared after the way the boy had gone, and did not move to follow.

A sun crammed into the body of a boy, Yadriel didn't want to see him without his light.