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"Words can be honed to crafted perfection by the finest wordsmiths. Yet, if we trust solely in the expanse of them to explain this God of ours or articulate our experience of Him, we will have brutally destroyed the very things we are attempting to explain. And if I should do that, no words can describe how badly I wish I had no words."
"Stars don't need words to be heard, their beauty speaks for them."
"My words are my thesis, my actions are my dissertation, and my life is my philosophy."
"My speak a language my heart knows how to respond to."
"You can certainly take the easy road and use the predictable and boring defaults like: How are you doing? How about this weather? What do you do for a living? Hi. My name is _________. What's yours? Blah, blah, blah, blah . . .Break out of the defaults you have been using for years. Shake it up. Make it fun. Make it memorable. Dive in with more engagement and interaction. Taking the initiative to be more creative will help you build a bridge to close the gap."
"Your voice could go to where your feet could not go."
"There is just too much cruelty, selfishness and corruption in the world not to want to crush the poisonous will of those who cause it by writing about it as powerfully as I can."
"Write your sacred story."
"His voice is like a thunderstorm, and his hands know every secret hidden deep beneath the cool, dark earth."
"Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to."
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"Because he sounded so lost - the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him - I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did."
"We want to climb in with you, ' Dermot said. 'We'll all sleep better.'That seemed incredibly weird and creepy to me - or maybe I only thought it should have. I was simply too tired to argue. I climbed in the bed. Claude got in on one side of me, Dermot on the other. Just when I was thinking, I would never be able to sleep, that this situation was too odd and too wrong, I felt a kind of blissful relaxation roll through my body, a kind of unfamiliar comfort. I was with family. I was with blood.And I slept."
"Hey, our hair's the same color, ' I said, eying us side by side in the mirror.'Sure is, girlfriend.' Eric grinned at me."
"I suffered with you. I hurt with you. I bled with you - not only because we're bonded, but because the love I have for you.' ~ Eric Northman in Dead in The Family."
"Did we have sex?' he asked directly.For about two minutes, this might actually be fun. 'Eric, ' I said, 'we had sex in every position I could imagine, and some I couldn't. We had sex in every room in my house, and we had sex outdoors. You told me it was the best you'd ever had.' (At the time he couldn't recall all the sex he'd ever had. But he'd paid me a compliment.) 'Too bad you can't remember it, ' I concluded with a modest smile.Eric looked like I'd hit him in the forehead with a mallet. For all of thirty seconds his reaction was completely gratifying."
"We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each others bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you. I could work, you would not be poor. I would help you."
"I'd always enjoyed life, and I knew I would again. But I was going to have to slog through a lot of bad patches to get there"
"Come on, ' I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear."
"My mother finally took me to a child psychologist, who knew exactly what I was, but she just couldn't accept it and kept trying to tell my folks I was reading their body language and was very observant, so I had good reason to imagine I heard people's thoughts. Of course, she couldn't admit I was literally hearing people's thoughts because that just didn't fit into her world."
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