Skye Falling Quotes

Be dangerous, darling, for the whole world rises and falls at your feet.

In a world full of war and hate Her body is my temple and she is my religion Scared yet spirited - as she laid bare The demons she had slayed and spared I can't help but fall into the depths of her - The Depths of Her -

I'll just stay ten feet away from him at all times so I don't accidentally trip and fall and land lips first on his mouth.

She clung to the ropes. “I should go back. This was a stupid idea.” “Wait until you see Savannah from up here.” He clasped her other wrist, too. “Let go, Skye. I won’t let you fall.” She looked up into his eyes. “Putting my life in your hands is more trust than I intended on a first date.” His lips twitched into a tentative smile. “Didn’t know we were on a date.

There are so many impatient people in the world. It seems everyone wants something right this second. We don't want to wait in lines, we get fidgety when our food takes too long to cook, and we have no tolerance whatsoever for anyone who holds us up from doing anything we want to do the moment we want to do it. I'm bothered right now that I'm having to wait till the end of this sentence to see what word I end up on. On, who knew? It's particularly hard to wait for things that are days or weeks or even months away. Calendars mock you, clocks pester you, and the rotation of the earth seems to slow by at least forty percent. I suppose, however, that if you were preparing to take over the world and you needed one final piece to fall into place, but that piece had to be slowly dragged over the dirt so it didn't die, that would be really hard to wait for. I'd feel sorry for whoever that happened to, but then again they were trying to take over the world and all. So please, no sympathy for Azure.

No, you can't do anything to me, not a goddamn thing. You think you're clever, huh? You want me to open up to you, and then what? Maybe I'll fall in love with you? Maybe I'll let you go? Not gonna happen. You're mine. I caught you, and I'm not giving you back.

I think the words you’re searching for are ‘Thank you, oh great and wonderful sorceress.’ ” He narrowed his eyes. “You saved me from falling now. If only you’d shown me the same consideration when I was a boy.” “If only you’d warned my family that yours was coming over for tea and decapitation! What else have you got? I can do this all day!

I couldn't make a choice between chaos and control. Not because it had been made for me. But because there was no choice to make. It wasn't one or the other. They were both inside me. They were both a part of me. I was nothing without both sides. Take one away and I would fall." ~ Skye

If you knew how it feels to run after someone for a brief snatch of time, how the world stops spinning, just for a moment, when you hold them in your arms, and then starts again so fast that you fall to the ground, dizzy. If you knew how every hello hurts more than a hundred goodbyes.

The trails she blazed Unexplored passion And the exquisite notes Of stories she keeps She is wild beauty One couldn't dare resist knowing - Wild Callings -

You fall in love with one person, and then they keep changing, because that’s what people do. If you love them enough, though, you try to keep up.

After a few brief simple moments, he found her neck, kissing the nape as if it were a peach, grazing her skin barely, causing her to moan out a small tiny little whimper. Before she could take another rbreath, his lips met hers in rapture, and suddenly, she was lost within the tragic abyss of falling beneath a lovebinding spell.

Three weeks was apparently time enough to fall in love, but not long enough to fall out of love. Meg had this unfortunate truth drummed into her head each morning when she woke, hoping this would be the day that she forgot about Alex, this would be the day she could get on with her life and put Edinburgh behind her. She grimaced. Three weeks, three years, it didn’t make a difference. She would remember. Everything.

It's all a lie. I said to myself. Romance. This notion that some guy is going to swoop and fall madly in love with me and change my life and make everything perfect. It's one big, horrible lie and I bought it. Hook, line, and a ten thousand-pound sinker. Or I guess I should say it's a lie for a girl like me. For Skye, that's another story. The first time Dakota kissed me, down at the hot tub, I remember thinking, this is too good to be true. But if something feels too good to be true, maybe it's not true. Maybe the truth is that Skye deserves him. She'll always be the winner. And I, pathetically, will always be me.

I'm afraid of the wind, afraid of its force, but what I didn't realize is that the greater danger lay ahead of me. Kip is my cliff. Every gust of wind pushes me closer. It's only a matter of time before I fall.

But surrender is only possible if we have total assurance that we are safe. We must be convinced that if we let go we will be caught. This assurance only comes when we trust that our heavenly Father desires to be with us and will not let us fall.

Fall in love with you? How could I fall in love with you when I loved you with every breath, every heartbeat, every lash of the fucking whip? When you invaded my dreams, my hallucinations. I can’t stop loving you, bella. I’ve tried. God help me, I’ve tried.

I turned in his arms, blindly, gladly. God. All I’d ever wanted was someone to keep me. To want me, even knowing my faults. Like everything I’d ever sought out myself, with peeling paint and uneven edges and a tendency to fall apart. All I’d ever wanted was to be loved. I

Let down is inevitable. But if you close the distance, so is connection. So is joy.

A lion could never fall in love with a mouse.

I try to imagine what a normal person, who was good at human-people stuff, would say,

Besides, nobody wants to feel they have to hide, do they? Everyone wants to feel welcome, wherever they are. Everyone wants to feel they belong.

If we are soldiers, we are falling one by one. What are we defending

You cannot talk to me like that.” She straightened her spine, calling on her many years of slapping down countless insults, direct and sly, in the Fae Court. “I have a name and it is Princess Skye Naa, beloved daughter of King Elhi Naa, ruler of the Fae. If you call me fairy princess in that snide tone again, I will kick your junk so hard your balls will fly out of your mouth, through the window, and onto the street where they will be flattened by a Prius and then eaten by crows who then will crap. On. Your. Car.

Faith is the opposite of seeking control. It is surrendering control. It embraces the truth that control is an illusion—we never had it and we never will. Rather than trying to overcome our fears by seeking more control, the solution offered by LIFE WITH GOD is precisely the opposite—we overcome fear by surrendering control. But surrender is only possible if we have total assurance that we are safe. We must be convinced that if we let go we will be caught. This assurance only comes when we trust that our heavenly Father desires to be with us and will not let us fall.

Let me tell you, there is no other way than to live like this – Love with abandon Laugh uncontrollably Write your heart out Dance in the rain (try it!) Sit and try hatching ideas Fall madly in love with someone Move to the drumbeats of your heart Feel the earth beneath your bare feet Go cloud watching, star gazing and moonbaths Have walks along the beach during sunset or sunrise Overnight with fireflies, savor the evening breeze Find at least one snowflake or a miracle Excite your senses, taste everything Indulge in higher pleasures Smell the morning mist Travel. Travel. Travel. Take a leap of faith Live with Passion Bare your soul Why not? Be bold Revel LIVE

She huffed at me, “That I knew you were here. It’s a coincidence. I mean, of course you would follow me, right? I ran out of the room in a fit! What are you, a boy scout?” She laughed, “Am I your next badge? The ‘Save Skye Martin from herself’ badge?” she finished in a disgusted voice, as she came to stand in front of me. I watched the myriad of expressions roll across her face: worry, confusion, fear - they were all there, as she stood toe-to-toe with me. When I didn’t answer her fast enough, she turned to walk away. “Hey, Skye,” I called after her. “I’m not a boy scout.” She turned, but kept on walking; shrugging her shoulders. “Yeah, so?” I took a deep breath, and then I let her in on one of the many secrets I had. “I’m not a boy scout, but I am here to save you…I’m a Guardian.

His breathing was heavy, and full of life. He shivered still, his hand finding Katty unsteady and unprepared of what was going to come next. “I hurt you!” Nico said, his voice raised with worry. “No, not at all, honey, my sweetest Master, but you have me, all of me, the wholeness of me and my darkness.” “You play with the devil dear.” Nico sombered. “No.” Katty defiantly said. “You took my blood and it made me your slave, yet I love every minute of it.” “Tell me you love me Katty.” He said, nearing her closer than close, mending the space between them with the threads of courage. “Tell me you have no fear, nor no weakness against me. Or no shame in loving me.” “I fear you not, my love.” Katty sincerely committed. “I fear only that you will be taken away by the hands of the vampire hunter, and only then, will I fall.

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.’ Viktor Frankl

I’m going to walk in that house. And work there. And live there. For a year.” He turns the radio on. The Weeknd vibrates through the tinny speakers. It’s not precisely reassuring, the way the music fights with the storm for dominance and loses. I open the door. Wind tries to keep it closed, but I use my body weight to half-step, half-fall onto the soggy grass. I drag the carry-on luggage I picked up from Walmart last week with me.

My heart belongs to summer and my soul to fall… but still come my dear winter. I’ll experience you like I’ve never did before.

One day, y’all gon take me seriously and start peeping the obvious. Shit be blatantly in front of y’all faces.

life. And we are not the first to fall into this subtle trap.

On the edge conversations with my son. My son (the one who can't easily decide) asked me in a positive note, "Mommy how can you be fearless and decide easily." To which I carefully replied: "It's not that I am without fear. In fact, after having you - I have a lot. Nothing is easy when you don't really know what you want. But if you truly do want things to happen, your fears will be overshadowed by making your dreams come true. Just make one step at a time and with each step the shadows of doubt and fear will fall behind you." "But Mommy, how do you know which decision to make?" "I don't always know. This or that, no matter which side I take, no one really knows what awaits so I take whatever I feel is right for me and the people who will be directly affected by my decisions. Nevertheless, I have guidelines that I live by: BTS. Believe in luck but work hard, Trust yourself that you can handle anything and Show respect to the people who will be directly affected by your choices.

And it’s that time of the year, when leaves are falling, autumn is calling. Time to say goodbye to my dear summer. A fall love affair… is now waiting.

Do you think the Shakespeare Society is dangerous?” “I don’t know,” she says, her expression thoughtful. “Anyone could have gotten hurt at the masquerade ball. Overdosing, getting into a fight. Fucking someone they shouldn’t. Would it be the society’s fault for providing the venue?” “You’re saying people are responsible for their own safety.” “If I fall down on campus, it’s not like the university is footing my medical bill.” “Good point.” There’s a flaw in the logic, but I can’t find it at the moment. I live in a world made of flowery language and dramatic turns of phrase. I prefer fictional deaths, thank you very much.

One day, y’all gon wake up and realize that woman is all you have left! That same woman you disrespect, let other niggas disrespect and come at em any kind of way! NOT ME! I WILL GO TO WAR FOR MINE! I WILL DIE FOR MINE! Anybody think they wanna lay a hand on her, know that she married a soldier. I STAY on duty, and I STAY ready! So TRY ME!

There are no pictures of bad hair days or crippling depression or uncertainty about a life misspent. Ain’t no emojis for that type of shit.

But I’ve never had an easy time with women who stand by watching their men treat people badly. And think they, themselves, are not culpable. White women have a long history of that.” Not just white women.

You just never conceive that there will come a time when you’re not young anymore, when your whole life won’t be in front of you. You know?

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.’ Viktor Frankl said that.

Es ist beruhigend, genau zu wissen, wer wir sind und wer wir sein werden. Diese Sicherheit zu verlassen macht Angst, das habe ich selbst gespürt.

I envy you having gay friends at that age. I probably would have gotten into less trouble if I had.” “You think gay friends are less trouble?” “I just mean…I think some of the trouble I got into was because I was trying to resist ‘gay shit,’ ” she says. “Queer feelings.

I watch her move to take off the hat, and I am overwhelmed with the memory of being a twelve-year-old girl in constant battle, over what I saw when I looked in the mirror and what I feared other people would see.

Obsession. “Do people ever just meet and fall in love and get married?” That earns me a soft laugh. “I’m sure you’ve met plenty of well-adjusted guys in college. Why aren’t you married to one of them already?” “I don’t know,” I say, but that’s a lie. I wanted magic and fireworks and the kind of explosive chemistry that changes my DNA. It makes me sound too naive to admit that.

I lead him back to the sofa, where we fall into a sudden and boundless sleep, our limbs tangled together, taking solace in a shared desperation.

two men made me fall for them. Hard. They both walked away at the same time. And look, I could handle the hit to my pride. I can pull up my big girl panties to deal with the humiliation of that. It’s the blows they dealt to my heart that left me broken. Shattered. I’m like a cartoon statue that’s been hammered. There’s a crack at the impact. The crack spreads into a thousand fractures, until I’m made of a million pieces. There’s a moment in the show when I’m frozen in air that way, and that’s how I’ve been living these past six months—the pieces suspended, waiting to fall. There’s no way to avoid it; the killing blow already happened.

Gabriel Miller. The man your father stole from.” Gabriel Miller smiles faintly. “The last man he stole from.” Oh, and he made sure my father could never steal again. Never do anything again. Pinpricks against my eyes. No, I can’t cry in front of them. I can’t fall apart at all, because my father is lying in a bed, unable to get up, hardly able to move—because of what this man did. This is the man who turned my father in to the authorities. This is the man who caused my family’s fall from grace.

The chemistry is enough to singe me, standing only a few feet away. I have to watch as Christopher cups her beautiful face. I have to watch as Harper’s eyes turn damp. He lowers his head, and I’m jealous of her. She reaches to put her hand around his neck, and I’m jealous of him. It tears me up inside, a thousand different blades. I’m jealous of the goddamn air between them. Loving one person is bad enough. Loving two is pure hell. Loving three would be enough to break me. I can’t let myself fall again.

I want to fall in love. That’s what’s wrong with me, my fatal flaw. The insistent desire to enmesh myself with another human being.

If there was ever a piece of my heart held back, a part of me that wasn’t fully in love with her, it’s gone now. She’s a warrior. A goddess. I want to fall at her feet in supplication. Now I understand why knights would kneel before their queen and bow their heads. It’s the only position that makes sense for a man in the presence of such a woman.

I’m so sick of these new-aged, religious freaks that think the dead are talking to them.

I love you.” His green eyes burn with unspoken pain. “You love me, even though…” “Even though it kills me. It kills me to need you.” “Same,” I whisper, putting my hand on his chest. His heart thuds against my palm. We were both in towers, both so bent on destruction in order to be safe. I feel that seismic shift as I look into his eyes—the foundation beneath my feet cracking, the endless fall. This is what it feels like to fall in love. It isn’t a moment. It’s forever.

People say he’s a teenager because he acts young. Falling in love quickly. Being moody. But don’t older men do that, too? It doesn’t prove he’s a teenager.” He nods slowly. “Perhaps society is so intent on him being a teenager because it makes them uncomfortable, the idea of an older man with a younger woman.

Beg,” I say instead. Damon Scott does not hesitate. He falls to his knees in front of my small bed, his head lowered. He’s as much a supplicant now as he was a king before. “Let me touch you. Let me hold you. Let me love you the only way I know how.

My hymen or lack of it falls squarely under my business. The idea that any man, much less one that I’ve just met an hour ago deserves to make those decisions is just… That is just some… Some old-fashioned patriarchal bullshit.

I’m not alone,” she says, proving my guess. “Penny’s with me. There’s safety in numbers.” There’s safety in numbers. Her words bounce around inside me, held inside by my skin, by every wish and hope and fear too real to name. That’s what I’ve always believed, what I’ve always wanted to believe. The reason I should fall into Professor Stanhope’s arms, no matter how inappropriate it might be. Beyond the glow of the lamps, pitch-black night presses in. Anything could be out there. Anyone. I’m not sure we’re safer in ones or in twos. I’m not sure we’re safe at all.

I’m never coming back,” I say abruptly. His laugh falls silent. “I know.” “I hate it there. I hate Tanglewood and being powerless. And most of all I hate you.” The last part is a lie, because I don’t hate him. I’m drawn to him; I’m repelled by him. It’s far too complex a relationship, an equation I’ve never been able to write. It makes me wonder if I’m lying about the other parts—if maybe some twisted part of me misses home. If some twisted part of me misses being powerless, too.

It’s fucking inconceivable, that anyone could get any semblance of comfort from me. So inconceivable that it breaks something loose in my chest. Something I almost never give. I’m not the kind of man who makes promises. Promises are almost always a bad bet. But one of them rolls off my tongue anyway. “If you still want me tomorrow,” I swear fervently, “I’ll do it. Whatever you want.” Just before she falls asleep, I see the ghost of a smile on Bethany’s lips.

He drops to his knees, all six feet plus of him. The tower, falling. Or maybe a better word would be dismantled. He’s choosing to bring it down. For me? Or for himself?

Your mother—” She makes a soft sound. “She would have been heartbroken to see this.” I know that, and it’s the only solace I have in her death. She never had to see my father’s fall from grace. She never had to see her little girl turned into a whore. “I miss her.

You play chess. Surely you know the many uses of a pawn.” I flinch because I know exactly what I am to him. It’s my role in this game: to fall when the time is right, to protect the king until I’ve run out of time. To sacrifice myself at the perfect turn.

This is the part where you giggle and toss your hair over your shoulder.” I blink at him. “Why would I do that?” He grins. A shock of blond hair falls artfully across his forehead. The whole of him looks sculpted, someone’s fantasy come to life. Unfortunately, it’s not my fantasy. “That’s what all the girls do. You, on the other hand, look annoyed that I’m interrupting your practice. I like that.” A reluctant smile curves my lips. “You’re a flirt.” “And you’re… taken, I’m guessing. Boyfriend? Fiancé? Are you married?” “I’m only nineteen.

You have no right to do any of this, and one day you will pay the price,” I calmly state. Then I let myself fall backwards.

Dancers are not insubstantial people. They look that way, from the rows of seats in a theater, but it’s an illusion. Bethany’s petite frame is girded by the hard muscles necessary to propel her into the air and break her fall on the way down. She’s strong in a way that most people can only dream of. But she still feels light in my arms.

A9, the road that Bea was traveling this early morning after leaving the Isle of Skye, was part of Scotland’s answer to Route 66. It was also a driver’s sort of road as it wound its way along the north coast of the highlands above Inverness, and this time of year was the perfect jot in time to be on it. It was early enough in the day for the sun’s rays to still break across the landscape, highlighting every tree, shrub, mountain, loch, or beach in the crisp and clear Kodachrome of late autumn, and it was also just late enough in the season for the road to be safely navigated at speeds just a bit above normal. Her car was running great, and her tunes were vibrating the sideboard speakers with rhythm and base and melody. Using her gears, she took the corners and adjusted to the rise and fall of the road in a syncopated rhythm that made she and her car one. With her left hand on the gearshift, her right grasping the steering wheel, and her eyes shifting from road to scenery and back again, she felt the exhilaration of being on her first road trip alone and free.

Albert Einstein once said that imagination is more important than knowledge. I’m sitting up here, as your professor, because of things I know. That’s knowledge. You’re sitting in front of me because you have the initiative, the ambition, and the creativity to do something with it. That’s imagination. What you have is far more important than what I can do up here. You trump me.

I need to tell you that you are all activists. Each one of you and every person you pass on the street. Even if you sit back and hope someone else will fix the problem. You can’t ignore the problems in the world. Your inaction is action. If you see the problem, if you’re observing it, you’re already having an effect. The only question is what that effect will be.

The most important lesson I can teach you, is to respect the people who disagree with you. They are the ones who challenge you. And even if you are right, so are they.

I’m sorry for how it turned out, but I never would have wanted you to hold back, to not take a chance on love, just because you had me.” “Now you understand why I worried for you. That you saw me as a role model, holding myself tight, afraid to be hurt. I feared you would do the same.” In some ways Erin had done that. She’d blamed being busy with school and work for her lack of relationships. But she could have tried more, if she’d wanted to. She could have taken a chance on love, just like she’d told her mother.

Love wasn’t a choice; it was an accident. Not a climb but a fall. I had slipped somewhere along my prickly path and down, down to the murky depths, hurtling ever farther, ever faster, and the only question left was whether he would meet me at the bottom.

What’s so great about falling in love with someone who has every chance to break your heart?

Skye McLane,” he says reverently, curling an errant lock of my hair around his finger. His face is all happy and flushed. “I think I could fall in love with you.

Men who want you, will do whatever it takes to have you and keep you if you’re the one for them. It takes them no time to figure that out, but Michael dragging his feet made me realize I’m not the woman to bring that out of him. Never was.

Every being on this earth is either a blessing or a lesson, pooh, you gotta run through em to figure that out.

A woman who is no longer emotionally invested in the relationship,” Omni warned with a point of her finger, “is a woman to be feared. Mark my words.

People can be tricky when they're trying to get something from you. Especially if that something is love.

I don't like it when other people break my habits for me.