Bella Grace Quotes

When he heard light, rushing footfalls, he turned his head. Someone was racing along the second-floor balcony. Then laughter drifted down from above. Glorious feminine laughter. He leaned out the archway and glanced at the grand staircase. Bella appeared on the landing above, breathless, smiling, a black satin robe gathered in her hands. As she slowed at the head of the stairs, she looked over her shoulder, her thick dark hair swinging like a mane. The pounding that came next was heavy and distant, growing louder until it was like boulders hitting the ground. Obviously, it was what she was waiting for. She let out a laugh, yanked her robe up even higher, and started down the stairs, bare feet skirting the steps as if she were floating. At the bottom, she hit the mosaic floor of the foyer and wheeled around just as Zsadist appeared in second-story hallway. The Brother spotted her and went straight for the balcony, pegging his hands into the rail, swinging his legs up and pushing himself straight off into thin air. He flew outward, body in a perfect swan dive--except he wasn't over water, he was two floors up over hard stone. John's cry for help came out as a mute, sustained rush of air-- Which was cut off as Zsadist dematerialized at the height of the dive. He took form twenty feet in front of Bella, who watched the show with glowing happiness. Meanwhile, John's heart pounded from shock...then pumped fast for a different reason. Bella smiled up at her mate, her breath still hard, her hands still gripping the robe, her eyes heavy with invitation. And Zsadist came forward to answer her call, seeming to get even bigger as he stalked over to her. The Brother's bonding scent filled the foyer, just as his low, lionlike growl did. The male was all animal at the moment....a very sexual animal. "You like to be chased, nalla, " Z said in a voice so deep it distorted. Bella's smile got even wider as she backed up into a corner. "Maybe." "So run some more, why don't you." The words were dark and even John caught the erotic threat in them. Bella took off, darting around her mate, going for the billiards room. Z tracked her like prey, pivoting around, his eyes leveled on the female's streaming hair and graceful body. As his lips peeled off his fangs, the white canines elongated, protruding from his mouth. And they weren't the only response he had to his shellan. At his hips, pressing into the front of his leathers, was an erection the size of a tree trunk. Z shot John a quick glance and then went back to his hunt, disappearing into the room, the pumping growl getting louder. From out of the open doors, there was a delighted squeal, a scramble, a female's gasp, and then....nothing. He'd caught her. ......When Zsadist came out a moment later, he had Bella in his arms, her dark hair trailing down his shoulder as she lounged in the strength that held her. Her eyes locked on Z's face while he looked where he was going, her hand stroking his chest, her lips curved in a private smile. There was a bite mark on her neck, one that had very definitely not been there before, and Bella's satisfaction as she stared at the hunger in her hellren's face was utterly compelling. John knew instinctively that Zsadist was going to finish two things upstairs: the mating and the feeding. The Brother was going to be at her throat and in between her legs. Probably at the same time. God, John wanted that kind of connection.

Why are you telling me all this, Vivienne?” Tears were threatening to spill down my cheeks. “Remember the night when you arrived? When you were in the dungeon? I told you that you were nothing but a pawn.” I could still remember her exact words and how frightened she made me feel: "Understand, girl, that you are nothing here. You’re nothing but a pawn, a piece used to make the board move. Your best chance at survival and proving your significance is to win Derek’s affections. Considering everything I know about my brother, I’m not sure that’s even possible." I smiled bitterly. “How could I forget?” “I was wrong.” Vivienne, in all her grace and beauty, looked me in the eye and said, “You’re not a pawn, Sofia. You’re the queen.

What is it about the Heavens that draws us to look up? For generations, centuries, (millennia?) it seems we are drawn to look up for answers, comfort in times of despair, with pleas for help, when we are in need of grace, and to give thanks.

Bella guerra ha detto lui, sconfortato. Contro che cosa sono in guerra? Col mio cancro. E che cos'è il mio cancro? Il mio cancro sono io. I miei tumori sono fatti di me. Sono fatti di me tanto quanto il mio cervello e il mio cuore. E' una guerra civile, Hazel Grace, con un vincitore predeterminato.

If you mention Bella's name to me again, Gil, I am likely to do you a mischief!' Sherry warned him. 'I never cared the snap of my fingers for that wretched girl, and if you are not assured of that, ask her! Why, God save the mark, she may be a beauty, but give me my Kitten! Bella, with her airs and her graces, and her miffs, and her curst sharp tongue! No, I thank you! What's more, no man who had lived with Kitten would look twice at the Beauty!

A few months ago on a school morning, as I attempted to etch a straight midline part on the back of my wiggling daughter's soon-to-be-ponytailed blond head, I reminded her that it was chilly outside and she needed to grab a sweater. "No, mama." "Excuse me?" "No, I don't want to wear that sweater, it makes me look fat." "What?!" My comb clattered to the bathroom floor. "Fat?! What do you know about fat? You're 5 years old! You are definitely not fat. God made you just right. Now get your sweater." She scampered off, and I wearily leaned against the counter and let out a long, sad sigh. It has begun. I thought I had a few more years before my twin daughters picked up the modern day f-word. I have admittedly had my own seasons of unwarranted, psychotic Slim-Fasting and have looked erroneously to the scale to give me a measurement of myself. But these departures from my character were in my 20s, before the balancing hand of motherhood met the grounding grip of running. Once I learned what it meant to push myself, I lost all taste for depriving myself. I want to grow into more of a woman, not find ways to whittle myself down to less. The way I see it, the only way to run counter to our toxic image-centric society is to literally run by example. I can't tell my daughters that beauty is an incidental side effect of living your passion rather than an adherence to socially prescribed standards. I can't tell my son how to recognize and appreciate this kind of beauty in a woman. I have to show them, over and over again, mile after mile, until they feel the power of their own legs beneath them and catch the rhythm of their own strides. Which is why my parents wake my kids early on race-day mornings. It matters to me that my children see me out there, slogging through difficult miles. I want my girls to grow up recognizing the beauty of strength, the exuberance of endurance, and the core confidence residing in a well-tended body and spirit. I want them to be more interested in what they are doing than how they look doing it. I want them to enjoy food that is delicious, feed their bodies with wisdom and intent, and give themselves the freedom to indulge. I want them to compete in healthy ways that honor the cultivation of skill, the expenditure of effort, and the courage of the attempt. Grace and Bella, will you have any idea how lovely you are when you try? Recently we ran the Chuy's Hot to Trot Kids K together as a family in Austin, and I ran the 5-K immediately afterward. Post?race, my kids asked me where my medal was. I explained that not everyone gets a medal, so they must have run really well (all kids got a medal, shhh!). As I picked up Grace, she said, "You are so sweaty Mommy, all wet." Luke smiled and said, "Mommy's sweaty 'cause she's fast. And she looks pretty. All clean." My PRs will never garner attention or generate awards. But when I run, I am 100 percent me--my strengths and weaknesses play out like a cracked-open diary, my emotions often as raw as the chafing from my jog bra. In my ultimate moments of vulnerability, I am twice the woman I was when I thought I was meant to look pretty on the sidelines. Sweaty and smiling, breathless and beautiful: Running helps us all shine. A lesson worth passing along.

It is a good thing she is on our side, is it not?” Noah started, turning to confront the Demon who had appeared at his back with flawless silence and concealment. “Jacob! You just took ten years off my life,” Noah hissed. “Only ten? I must be losing my touch.” Jacob looked from Noah to the last place Legna had been standing. He nodded his head in her former direction. “What was that all about?” “I have no idea, but I am beginning to feel like I am the only one who does not know what the hell is happening in his own damn house.” “Sorry state of affairs, seeing as how you are King and all,” Jacob said, his lips twitching with amusement as Noah glared at him. “That is only my opinion, though. Perhaps I will ask my troublemaking wife for hers.” Noah had the grace to openly wince. “You heard that, hmm?” “And therefore . . .” Jacob prompted. “She heard it, too,” Noah concluded with comical pain. “Forgive me, Bella. I think I am just in a foul mood.” “She says she will forgive you as soon as she needs a babysitter.” “You know, I think you better go out there and enforce some of my laws before I begin to think of how many ways I can set your ass on fire,” the King said meanly, the glare of his gaze all business. “I would, but I am in need of Gideon. Where is he?” “How should I know?” Noah asked grumpily, moving to the fire and sinking down into the only thing in the room that wasn’t giving him grief: his favorite chair.

L'amore è una forza strana e misteriosa. Conduce per vie che altrimenti non verrebbero mai percorse. È sempre, sempre, molto più dell'incontro fra due persone. Quando vuole che tu... compia un passo avanti... Quando vuole che tu apprenda qualcosa... Allora la vita ti manda l'amore, in modo da essere certa che ciò avvenga. Se vogliamo vivere una vita, ascoltiamo. Però l'amore non è per i pavidi e per gli indecisi, non è un grazioso sentimento da racconto fantastico. È come il mare. È la cosa più bella e più potente che esiste. Al tempo stesso è potenzialmente distruttivo e può annientare qualunque cosa. Sopprime la vita, ci cambia, ci illude, ci lusinga, ci delude e ci inganna. Ci spezza il cuore. Può fare impazzire. Credere che amore e matrimonio siano la stessa cosa è come pensare che il mare e l'acqua in un secchio siano la stessa cosa. Soltanto gli esseri umani possono ingannarsi così.

After Twiss went out the barn, Milly went up to their bedroom with the brown paper bag. She looked out the window before she turned it upside down and the bars of lavender soap shaped like seashells and the card shaped like a rectangle came tumbling out. Asa's name graced the front of the card. A note graced the back. 'I know why you did it, Milly. Bella swings a golf club just like him.' Milly sat a long time on her old twin mattress, staring at the fleur-de-lis carved into the headboard, at the life that didn't belong to her and the life that did, before she placed the soaps beneath the velvet tray in her jewelry box and closed it. She never washed her hands with a single one of the seashell-shaped soaps, although from time to time, when Twiss had gone for a walk or to the barn, she'd open her jewelry box and examine her only secret. 'La joie de vivre.' The scent of lavender. Forgiveness. Age-old love.

We had planned to spend Christmas morning with my family, and then head over to Phil and Kay’s for Christmas night. The whole family was there, including all the grandkids. Bella, Willie and Korie’s daughter, was the youngest and still an infant. We opened presents, ate dinner, and the whole evening felt surreal. Tomorrow morning I’ll have a baby in this world, I thought. When Jep and I left that night, I said, “I’m gonna go have a baby. See you all later!” For all the worry and concern and tears and prayers we’d spent on our unborn baby, when it came to her birth, she was no trouble at all. I went to the hospital, got prepped for the C-section, and within thirty minutes she was out. Lily was beautiful and healthy. I was overwhelmed with happiness and joy. I felt God had blessed me. He’d created life inside of me--a real, beautiful, breathing little human being--and brought her into this world through me. It was an unbelievable miracle. And the best part? Jep was in the delivery room. Unlike his dad, he wanted to be there, and he shared it all with me. I’ll never forget the sight of Jep decked out in blue scrubs, with the blue head cover, holding his baby girl for the first time. I’ll never forget how she nestled down in the crook of his arm, his hand wrapped up and around, gently holding her. He stared down at her, and I could see a smile behind his white surgical mask. He was already in love--I knew that look. After we admired the baby together, I fell asleep, and Jep took his newborn daughter out to meet the family. He told me later he bawled like a baby. Later, when she went to the hospital nursery, Jep kept going over there to stare at her. I think he was in shock and overwhelmed and excited. Lily had a light creamy complexion and little pink rosebud lips, and she was born December 26, 2002. Despite the rough pregnancy, she was perfect. God answered our prayers, and now we were a family of three. We’d been married just a little over a year.

As long as both parties continue to grow closer to God, they’ll grow closer to each other, too.” “Failure and falling.” “Followed by grace and forgiveness.

I have the social graces of a pole-dancing T-Rex,

Aamir’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you have something you want to say to me first?” Lightning streaked the clouds above, and a rumble rolled over the gardens. A light rain began to fall, pattering little holes into the snow all around them. “Jari,” Alex said. “Don’t be a jerk.” Jari looked over at him, then released a heavy sigh. “Fine,” he said. “I was an ass. I have the social graces of a pole-dancing T-Rex, and I’m sorry. Is that what you wanted to hear?” A rare smile cracked Aamir’s lips. “It’s a good start,” he said. “Look,” Jari said, “it’s not that I don’t get it. Please don’t think

Aamir’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you have something you want to say to me first?” Lightning streaked the clouds above, and a rumble rolled over the gardens. A light rain began to fall, pattering little holes into the snow all around them. “Jari,” Alex said. “Don’t be a jerk.” Jari looked over at him, then released a heavy sigh. “Fine,” he said. “I was an ass. I have the social graces of a pole-dancing T-Rex, and I’m sorry. Is that what you wanted to hear?” A rare smile cracked Aamir’s lips. “It’s a good start,” he said.

think I’m a rational person, Grace. I pride myself on cutting through mumbo jumbo and quashing any self-denial. So the only sensible conclusion, as painful as it might be, was that somehow Christopher was not my real father.

Has anyone angered or hurt you lately? Perhaps they are suffering themselves. Have you seen or partaken in unspeakable harms, and inconceivable hurts? Perhaps, forgiving oneself is essential in our life in grace. Know you are loved and cherished beyond our earthly capacity, the failures in your own life is not a reflection of your value and worth, but that grace qualifies you... makes you whole and worthy. Cherished. A hidden treasure.

A whiff of her perfume hits me. It’s fresh, and surprisingly, I find myself taking a deeper breath instead of being annoyed by the feminine scent invading my personal space. She crosses her legs, her movements elegant as fuck. Gabriella di Bella has the grace of a queen.

It’s not for me to judge what a person did in her past. That belongs to her and her alone.” “You give people a lot of grace, Jerome. It’s really nice.” “Everyone has a past. It’s who you are right now that matters.

You are the epitome of grace and beauty

Bilba. His memory called forth an image, not of how he'd last seen her but of how he normally saw her. Wearing the armor Fili had made her, tall and strong, her sword clutched firmly in hand as she charged forth to battle the dark. Mahal, but she was beautiful. She was fire and ice, strength and stubbornness, grace and finesse. She was unwaveringly loyal, kind and compassionate to a fault and braver than anyone he'd ever known. If someone had asked him to describe the perfect child the resulting image he would have come up with wouldn't have held a candle to the person Bilba actually was. There was no comparison. She was as beautiful as Bella had been, inside and out. And he'd left her in Moria. Both of them. (DWALIN)

What are you two doing here?” Wade’s voice ripped me from my inner thoughts with the grace of a drunk rhinoceros.

L'atmosfera era calma ma piena di così tanta eccitazione, Gli sposi hanno deciso di dare un primo sguardo per poter trascorrere insieme l'intera giornata vestito matrimonio, Le damigelle e i testimoni dello sposo erano alcune delle persone più simpatiche e felici e l'intera sessione della festa nuziale è sembrata spontanea, La loro priorità principale era trascorrere una giornata fantastica con la famiglia e gli amici più stretti. Questo abito Grace Loves Lace ci lascia deboli alle ginocchia. Ama il pizzo, e anche noi! La cerimonia è stata amministrata da un mentore che ha condiviso le storie dei loro primi momenti da amici. Durante l'ora dell'aperitivo, Lorrana e Jake si sono intrufolati in un posto fuori dalla proprietà individuato dai fotografi abiti da sposa taglie forti, Pieno della più bella luce solare che si affaccia sulle gialle colline e scogliere di Santa Barbara. Correvano in giro sperimentando ogni fretta che arriva dopo il matrimonio, Il grande ingresso aveva danzato nel cortile pieno di luci scintillanti e vegetazione ovunque. Il DJ era un caro amico e teneva il classico giorno e notte mescolato con alcune persone anziane ea volte incontri due persone e il modo in cui interagiscono è adorabile da guardare. Lorrana e Jake sono questa coppia. gillne.it

Not that Bella wasn’t pretty. Grace thought she was. But she wasn’t thin.