I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don't have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Love is not the absence of logicbut logic examined and recalculatedheated and curved to fitinside the contours of the heart Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
True love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of one's companion. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before". Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea;But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me.And this was the reason that, long ago,In this kingdom by the sea,A wind blew out of a cloud, chillingMy beautiful Annabel Lee;So that her highborn kinsman cameAnd bore her away from me,To shut her up in a sepulchreIn this kingdom by the sea.The angels, not half so happy in heaven,Went envying her and me-Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)That the wind came out of the cloud by night,Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.But our love it was stronger by far than the loveOf those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in heaven above,Nor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,In the sepulchre there by the sea,In her tomb by the sounding sea. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
love, I've come to understand is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>