Shazi, I prefer the color blue to any other. The scent of lilacs in your hair is a source of constant torment. I despise figs. Lastly, I will never forget, all the days of my life, the memories of last night—For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.Khalid.
Love is a force unto itself, sayyidi. For love, people consider the unthinkable...and often achieve the impossible. I would not sneer at its power.
There's nothing you can do about the past. You're wrong. I can learn from it... Tariq dug his heels into his stallion's flanks, and the horse shot forward, painting a dark smudge across the sand. And I can make sure it never happens again!
I'd much rather fall to my death than admit my weakness to you.The captain of the Royal Guard wants to impress a lowly handmaiden?A clumsy young man wants to impress a beautiful young woman.
It was easy to be good and kind in times of plenty. The trying times were the moments that defined a man.And love? Love was something that did much to change a person. It brought joy as it brought suffering, and in turn brought about those moments that defined one’s character. Love gave life to the lifeless. It was the greatest of all living powers.But, as with all things, love had a dark side to it.
You are first and foremost a person. A reckless, foolish person, but a person nonetheless. If I ever say you are not permitted to do something, rest assured that the last reason I would ever say so would be because you are a girl.
I think beauty is rarely worth the trouble.” Shahrzad gripped Irsa’s hand tighter in sisterly solidarity. “But I am worth a great deal more than what you see.
A trickle of blood slid down his arm.He felt nothing. He only saw it.Because nothing hurt like missing her.He suspected nothing ever would
Because at that moment, with the press of Rahim's lips to hers, with the touch of his tongue sending wildfire through her veins, she knew she would always be home here. With this boy. In this moment. In this time. And that her heart would never be lonely again.
In what world did you think you could get away with this? Jalal seethed. To my cousin? To my family? His gleaming hilt continued its punishing onslaught.
When will you tell him?' 'When I muster the courage or when I'm left with no choice - whichever comes first.
The tears and the pain all but blinding her, she forced open her eyes one more time, to a curtain of dark hair; to a waterfall of black ink spilling across the last page of her life. No. I’m not nothing. I was loved.
Before she could stop her hands, they reached for him, as though they existed for no other reason than to touch him. Her fingers brushed across his jaw with a feather's caress before pulling away, and he closed his eyes on a soft inhale. Like the poison toying with its remedy, Shahrzad's hands ignored her and took control, a mere taste of his skin not nearly enough. Never enough.
She was drowning in sandalwood and sunlight. Time ceased to be more than a notion. Her lips were hers one moment. And then they were his. The taste of him on her tongue was like sun-warmed honey. Like cool water sliding down her parched throat. Like the promise of all her tomorrows in a single sigh. When she wound her fingers in his hair to draw her body against his, he stilled for breath, and she knew, as he knew, that they were lost. Lost forever. In this kiss. This kiss that would change everything.
I've never been angry to have been born a woman. There have been times I've been angry at how the world treats us, but I see being a woman as a challenge I must fight. Like being born under a stormy sky. Some people are lucky enough to be born on a bright summer's day. Maybe we were born under clouds. No wind. No rain. Just a mountain of clouds we must climb each morning so that we may see the sun.
I understand how difficult it is, putting your heart in someone else’s hands. But, if you don’t, how will you ever truly know a person?
Games? War is not a game, my friend. Games are for small children and old men like me. War is a young man's blighted delight
I- Irsa took a careful breath to steady her words. I have felt alone for most of my life. Until you. She placed the shell on his chest. But I promise I won't feel alone anymore. I will never forget. She stood on shaky feet. I will always remember. I love you Rahim al-Din Walad . Thank you for loving me in return.
You deserve someone who will feel you at her side without needing to see you. And I've only felt that way about one boy.
When I was a boy, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that our story isn't over yet. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. Make it a story worthy of you
I love you, she said. Khalid lifted his head to hers. She placed a hand against his cheek. Beyond words.