No matter what you wear... to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.

Often people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.

What the—Have you been crying?" Tohrment demanded. "Are you all right? Dear God, is it the baby?" "Tohr, relax. I'm a female, I cry at matings. It's in the job description." There was the sound of a kiss. "I just don't want anything to upset you, leelan." 'Then tell me the brothers are ready." "We are." "Good. I'll bring her out." "Leelan ? " "What?" There were low words spoken in their beautiful language. "Yes, Tohr," Wellsie whispered. "And after two hundred years, I'd mate you again. In spite of the fact that you snore and you leave your weapons all over our bedroom.

But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.

For f*ck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood" ~Zsadist

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself

Fear of change was a weakness