What are you good at?asked the owner.
'Going after what I believe in'.
That was the only possible reply;she spent her life in pursuit of what she believed in.The only problem was that she believed in SOMETHING DIFFERENT EVERY DAY...
NOTA DE LA AUTORA
He leído tantas veces que el amor no duele, pero he sufrido tantas veces por amor... No os voy a engañar, soy una persona que cuando ama se entrega totalmente a la causa, que antepone el ser amado a todos y a todo y vive por y para el, Y no solo hablo del amor entre parejas, sino también del amor familiar, el amor hacia los amigos...
El amor y el tiempo son las fuerzas que mueven el mundo, ambas te pueden hacer increíblemente fuerte pero también tienen el poder de hundirte en la mas profunda tristeza. Decide bien a quien dedicas tu tiempo y a quien le ofreces tu amor, porque si te equivocas, acabaras sintiendo un vacío sin fondo dentro de ti.
Si nunca te has enamora...
Hello everyone. I am so blessed to announce that I published my first book on January 15. It is one of my dreams and all glory goes to God. Please write me a letter if you are interested in it or have any questions. I can give you more info!
I was there,
Searching for my papers into an old shelf of books.
Where I found my favourite novel,
Coated with the thin layers of dust.
It was still as tempting to me,
As it was before.
And grabbed it out dusting to get it's same old new finish.
The pages smelled so nice,
That I couldn't stop my fingers from turning it.
I wanted to re-read my most favorite part of the book.
The scene where,
The author met his love for the first time, describing her beauty with the nib of his ink,
Their first kiss that made him believe in love and crazy feelings.
The page where I kept your love in the form of my bookmark!
The page, which I...
All the books I've ever read somehow describes only YOU,
somehow You are the only number on every of it's page.....
I want that when you look into my eyes, you find them blank.
I want the words that come out of my mouth are full of indifference.
I want that the smile of my face is not tinted by your presence.
But before it all happens,
I have to go through my own personal hell.
My eyes will be full of broken pieces of hope.
My mouth will convey nothing, suffering in silence.
My face will reveal my heartache.
And even if i achieve how to plaster a happy face.
It wouldn't heal my hurting soul,
Was it worth fighting for?
the resilience of a book
is a quality we, humans,
can only ever wish to
become—to give the world.
a book knows no
prejudice. a book
tells only what it believes
within. attached at specific edges,
a book lies and sits and stays
and keeps a place without
indecision. Loyalty is
returned to those who give
and knowledge is a price
that pays off. The resilience
of a book—immortal.
Skylark Challenge 118
( Before reading my analysis, I highly suggest reading HP Lovecraft's story "What the moon brings" for reference. This is my literary analysis of his work, as based on the text from this short story)
What the moon brings is a short story written by H.P. Lovecraft. An American writer who is regarded as the godfather of the Horror Genre. Dark, Foreboding, complex and Intense, these are just some of the words that can be used to describe not only Lovecraft's writing style but the author himself.
Inspired by a dream, “What the moon brings” is the story of one man's journey towards death. A great illustration of the inner
S T O R M th...
Being outright I failed
What the mighty prevails
A shiny book of pearls
Fading the sun
In the icey cold moon
Holding a ring of hazard
Or A shard that compel
To pour Me out
You call your heart....
She wasn't the folded corner of a page, where you'd stop reading when you wanted to, and got back wherever you felt like. She was each of the raw words in those sentences you'd underline and the lines you'd highlight, then move on from, but eventually come back to reading again and again.
- Kristee Marshall
Vuelvo a escribir y leer en este libro viejo...
Pues los versos, las palabras, los párrafos y textos de él, son los que me llenaban con solo leerlo, aunque no era de mi propiedad me gustaba tenerlo y leerlo un ratito. Lleno de historias bonitas y me identificaba.
Deshecho mi libro nuevo porque por no darme ideas de que escribir me sentía descepcionado.
He was not her elixir of life,
He was her horcrux.
A part of her soul..
I remember reading a quote from Mitch Albom's book, Tuesdays with Morrie:
"You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too--even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling."
Have you ever trust that way?
You don't deserve a phrase or a stanza
Neither a sentence nor an idiom
Either a passage nor a paragraph
You deserve a written book of how amazing you are