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I drank some of that lake! I might have choked on a fish or a frog or a...a...a turtle!" "It is wisest to keep one's mouth shut while sifting." She skewered him with a frosty stare. "Now you tell me." Damn the fairy, anyway. There she stood, feeling ragtag and bedraggled, and he only looked more beautiful wet, all drippy and shimmery gold-velvet, his hair a wet tangle to his waist. "Come Gabrielle," he said, extending his hand, "we must keep moving. They can track me by what little magic I'm using to sift, but only to a general vicinity. We need to keep sifting, to spread out their search." "Is there anything else it's wisest to do that I should know about before we just pop off again?" She tucked her hands behind her back so he couldn't grab her and just sift rather than answering her. Besides, she needed a minute to brace herself for the next bout of traveling in a manner that defied all the known laws of physics. "You might try kissing me. Better my tongue than a frog, no?" Dark eyes sparking gold, he reached for her. "Close contest.

I'm not stalking her," I insisted. "I'm making sure she's safe. Besides, how could you stalk Lori McGillicuddy? She'd see you and come out to your truck and say, "Hi, I'm Lori. Are you my stalker? It's so neat to meet you! While you're stuck here watching my every move, can I bring you anything? Sweet tea?

In a reality known as the garden of beautiful eden, Adam is dreaming about his sinful children on earth. He is struggling to wake up from a terrible nightmare.

In books and movies, the stories always end when the two people finally have their romantic kiss. The happily-ever-after part is just assumed

I need to explain all this to Adam in private. I can't get McGillicuddy to explain it to him. Something will be lost in translation." "Well, excuse me that I can't look at him all googly-eyed," my brother said. "And he's liable to punch you," I said.

Il mio corpo si contrae impercettibilmente. Vuole conoscere il tocco dello straniero. Muore dalla curiosità di scoprire come sia. Più sconcia di quanto desideri, immergo le dita nell’umido tra le cosce. La voglia di essere sua scorre rapida nelle tempie. Il battito del cuore accelera, tenta di liberarsi dalle arterie e fuggire via.

I don’t understand—why won’t you talk to me? You sit in the corner all day and write in your book and look at everything but my face. You have so much to say to a piece of paper but I’m standing right here and you don’t even acknowledge me. Juliette, please—

I never taught him to break his thumb." "That's Gansey for you. Only learns enough to be superficially competent." "Loser," Ronan agreed, and he was himself again.

In her mind, Adam pressed that fist against her bedroom wall. So gently. Though every muscle was knotted, wanting to destroy it.

I only need a second. So I can show her that I'm here. That someone's still here.

I stood like Adam in his lonely garden On that first morning, shaken out of sleep, Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves, Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.

It seemed like a silly bit of principle now, completely divorced from the point of anything. He wondered if he was going to go through each year of his life thinking about how stupid he’d been the year before.

It’s the kind of kiss that makes you realize oxygen is overrated.

«Io dico che nessuno ti ha mai fatto godere davvero. Per questo ti accontenti dell’immaginazione.» L’accenno di sorriso mi distrae dalle sue intenzioni. Adesso entrambe le sue gambe intrecciano la mia. No. La imprigionano, perché io non fugga.

It had taunted, provoked, brushed its big, hard body against hers at every opportunity, and in general lounged about looking like the epically horny fairy it was reputed to be. ~Gabby's thoughts on Adam

It's after school, after my double detentions for gym and chemistry, and I'm at Knead, about to begin working on a new piece. I wedge the clay out against my board, enjoying the therapeutic quality of each smack, prod, and punch. As the clay oozes between my fingers and pastes against my skin, images of all sorts begin to pop into my head. I try my best to push them away,to focus instead on the cold and clammy sensation of the mound and the way it helps me relax. But after only a few short minutes of solitude, I hear someone storm their way up the back stairwell. At first I think it's Spencer, but then I hear the voice: "I'm coming up the stairs," Adam bellows. "I'm approaching the studio area, about to pass by the sink." I turn to look, noticing he's standing only a few feet behind me now. "I hope I didn't startle you this time," he says. "Ha-ha." I hold back my smile. "I would have called your cell to tell you I was coming up, but you never gave me your number." "I'm fine," I assure him, unable to stifle a giggle.

It wasn't love at first sight. They ran into each other one morning in a sunny clearing in the forest. A few moments of stunned silence. `Glockenspiel,' Adam pronounced, thinking (but with terrible doubt) he'd found another animal in search of a name. When Eve approached him, proffering a handful of elderberries, he threw a stick at her and ran away.

It was not the Fall of Adam, therefore, that set God’s agenda; it was the decision to share the great dance with us through Jesus. Adam’s plunge certainly threatened God’s dreams for us, but that threat had been anticipated and already strategically overcome in the predestination of the incarnation. Jesus Christ did not become human to fix the fall; he became human to accomplish the eternal purpose of our adoption, and in order to bring our adoption to pass, the Fall had to be called to a halt and undone….Jesus is not a footnote to Adam and his Fall; the Fall, and indeed creation itself, is a footnote to the purpose of God in Jesus Christ.

I want to laugh one of those strange, high-pitched, delusional laughs that signals the end of a person's sanity. Because this world, I think, has a terrible, terrible sense of humor. It always seems to be laughing at me. At my expense. Making my life infinitely more complicated all the time. Running all of my best-laid plans by making every choice so difficult. Making everything so confusing.

Loneliness is amplified when everyone you know is busy talking to everyone but you.

Listening to him tell the story now, it was clear to Adam that Glendower was more than a historical figure to Gansey. He was everything Gansey wished he could be: wise and brave, sure of his path, touched by the supernatural, respected by all, survived by his legacy.

Looks like sunsets are growing on you.

miss someone is not just word it is more than word it is like when u want ur love to be with u every moment

When you get everything aligned, when love welcomes the longing, accepts it, learns to live with it, you make love.

Maamuzi ya Adamu na Hawa ya kutokumtii Mungu juu ya Mti wa Maarifa ya Mema na Mabaya, ndiyo yaliyosababisha Yesu Kristo ajitolee maisha yake ili wengine waweze kuishi. Hakuna Mungu bila Yesu. Mtafute Yesu, kukomboa sura na asili ya Mungu.

Nini kingetokea kama Adamu na Hawa wasingekula tunda la Mti wa Maarifa ya Mema na Mabaya mpaka siku ya Sabato? Mungu angewaruhusu kula na lengo la uumbaji wa Mungu lingekamilika. Wanadamu wakifuata Amri Kumi za Mungu katika maisha yao watakuwa na uwezo maalumu ambao baadaye utawawezesha, kupitia Roho Mtakatifu, kuwa na maarifa ya siri ya uumbaji wa Mungu.

Not a believer in the mosque am I, Nor a disbeliever with his rites am I. I am not the pure amongst the impure, I am neither Moses nor Pharaoh. Bulleh, I know not who I am. Not in the holy books am I, Nor do I dwell in bhang or wine, Nor do I live in a drunken haze, Nor in sleep or waking known. Bulleh, I know not who I am. Not in happiness or in sorrow am I found. I am neither pure nor mired in filthy ground. Not of water nor of land, Nor am I in air or fire to be found. Bulleh, I know not who I am. Not an Arab nor Lahori, Not a Hindi or Nagouri, Nor a Muslim or Peshawari, Not a Buddhist or a Christian. Bulleh, I know not who I am. Secrets of religion have I not unravelled, I am not of Eve and Adam. Neither still nor moving on, I have not chosen my own name! Bulleh, I know not who I am. From first to last, I searched myself. None other did I succeed in knowing. Not some great thinker am I. Who is standing in my shoes, alone? Bulleh, I know not who I am.

Mia, Mia, Mia," he said, stroking the tendrils of my hair that had escaped from the wig. "This is the you I like. You definitely dressed sexier and are, you know, blond, and that's different. But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I'll be in love with tomorrow. I love that you're fragile and tough, quiet and kick-ass. Hell, you're one of the punkest girls I know, no matter who you listen to or what you wear.

Now it's not just my lip you'll be needing to kiss if you're wishing to make amends with me, Irish.

Often blaming, is a trait of a childish soul.

Mungu alimuumba mwanadamu ili aitawale dunia. Shetani tayari alikuwepo wakati Adamu anaumbwa. Adamu na Hawa walipokula tunda la mti wa katikati, walikufa kiroho – Yaani, walipoteza sura na asili ya Mungu – Shetani akawashinda kuanzia kipindi hicho na kuendelea. Tulizaliwa katika dhambi. Kila mtu anayezaliwa anazaliwa katika dhambi. Njia pekee ya kuikomboa sura na asili ya Mungu ni kumpokea Yesu (Kristo) kama Bwana na Mwokozi wa maisha yako.

Now Gansey grinned, the warmth of discovery starting to course through him. "So, pop quiz, Mr Parrish. Three things that appear in the vicinity of ley lines?" "Black dogs," Adam said indulgently. "Demonic presences." "Camaros," Ronan inserted. Gansey continued as if he hadn't spoken. "And ghosts. Ronan, queue up the evidence if you would.

Now he could see that it wasn’t charity Gansey was offering. It was just truth. And something else: friendship of the unshakable kind. Friendship you could swear on. That could be busted nearly to breaking and come back stronger than before.

Nu știa de ce, dar de câteva ore bune i se strecurase în aburul din piept o tristețe apăsătoare cu gust de fruct oprit. Matematica aceea îl deznădăjduia. Nu trebuia să te fi dus la școală în clasa întâi ca să-ți dai seama că unu și cu unu fac doi și perechile treceau țanțoșe pe lângă el și leul îi făcea cu ochiul superior, ursul își mângâia ursoaica în trecere, lupul îi rânjea. Adam putea să le spună două vorbe apăsate, dar simțea că pe undeva aveau dreptate. Animalele alea proaste care nu știau să aprecieze un răsărit de soare îl învățau acum matematica strivitoare a iubirii. Semnificația cocârjată a numărului impar, a singurătății țiuitoare, a omului care n-are cu cine vorbi, a umărului care nu găsește alt umăr de sprijin, a palmei ce pipăie lipsa altei mâini, matematica fioroasă care te face să ai de toate și totuși nimic. Dumnezeu anticipase clipa aceasta și Eva era în mintea Lui de multă vreme, dar încă Adam nu știa secretul blond cu ochi verzi ... [Întâia nuntă - Tragedia numărului impar]

Oh, God," Lori said without looking at me, "what are they thinking, leaving the two of us alone out here on the dock together? We might TALK or something." "That would be awful," I said. "I might give you a hickey." She laughed, still watching for Cameron's start instead of looking at me. "Just by talking to me?" "I can talk really dirty. You'd be surprised.

Okay then. Let’s go get our girl back." "My girl," I correct him. "She’s my girl." Kenji snorts as we head in the direction of the compounds. "Right. Minus the part where she’s not actually your girl. Not anymore." "Shut up." "Uh-huh." "Whatever.

Oh, so now you’re abusing the crippled kid, huh?” Kenji takes a moment to steady himself before punching Adam in the arm. “Save your angst for the battlefield, bro. You’re going to need it.

One more month," he said finally. "And then they—and Samuel, too—will just have to get used to it. His eye is the color of a bitch with dark chocolate, worst few years and he leaned forward. "And you will marry me." I smiled, showing my teeth. "Don't you mean, ‘will you marry me?’" I meant it to be funny, but his eyes brightened until the gold flecks were swimming in the darkness. "You had your chance to run, coyote. It's too late now.

Oof!" Adam caught me all right, with the side of his head. I could tell by the feel of his skull on my foot as I kicked him. He grabbed me the best he could anyway, and we half landed, half fell in the pine needles. He lay facedown on the ground. I flopped him over on his back to make sure he was alive. If he had a concussion, we'd have to call the ambulance, which meant we'd get caught and he'd get sent to military school. On the bright side, maybe the military school would not take him if he had brain damage. "I'm so sorry." "Worth it," he grunted. He rolled onto his feet like a ninja and grabbed my hand. "Hurry, before they release the hounds.

«Perché avere un mezzo mio, quando posso averne milioni sempre pronti in giro per le strade?» Certo. Un capo d'accusa in più, uno in meno. Quando la polizia ci troverà, sarò accusata anche di furto. «Solo un idiota scapperebbe con un SUV in una città piena di canali, tram e stradine strette» insiste, sganciando un casco integrale dal manubrio. Lo infila in fretta e accende il motore. Salgo dietro di lui prima che pensi di mollarmi qui.

Pero yo sabía que con Adam sí había motivos para armar revuelo. Lo sabía por el calor que recorrió mi cuerpo aquella noche, cuando me dejó en casa después del concierto y me besó una vez más en la puerta. Lo sabía porque me quedé despierta hasta el amanecer abrazada a la almohada. Porque no puede comer al día siguiente, ni borrarme la sonrisa de la cara.

Remember , that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.

She'd found the creature she'd seen tonight: Adam Black. The earliest accounts of it were sketchy, descriptions of its various glamours, warnings about its deviltry, cautions about its insatiable sexuality and penchant for mortal women ("so sates a lass, that she is oft incapable of speech, her wits muddled for a fortnight or more." Oh, please. Gabby thought, was that the medieval equivalent of screwing her brains out?), but by the approach of the first millennium, the accounts became more detailed.

Shetani alikuwa malaika aliyeumbwa na Mungu lakini baadaye akamwonea Mungu wivu, wivu wa madaraka, hivyo Mungu akamtupa duniani kwa sababu ya kupingana na utawala wake mtakatifu. Duniani Shetani akamtumia nyoka kama mdakale kumdanganya Hawa. Hawa na Adamu wakamsikiliza Shetani badala ya kumsikiliza Mungu, nao wakalaaniwa. Shetani akajidai kuwa alikuwa na uwezo wa kufanya uzao wote wa Adamu na Hawa uwe mbali na Mungu, hivyo Mungu akampa muda wa kujaribu na kuthibitisha madai yake, lakini Shetani mpaka leo bado hajafanikiwa. Wakiitawala dunia leo kwa udanganyifu wa hali ya juu, pamoja naye, ni baadhi ya malaika ambao Shetani alifanikiwa kuwalaghai huko mbinguni. Mungu akawalaani pia na kuwatupa huku duniani, ambako Shetani alipapenda zaidi.

She took several slow deep breaths, then, "Okay, what happened to my car?" "This is your car." "I may not know much lately," she gritted, "but I do know what I drive. I drive a falling-apart Toyota. A disgustingly powdery-blue one. With lots of rust and no antenna. That is not my car." "Correction. You used to drive a falling apart Toyota, B.A." Had his lips just brushed her hair? She shivered, and though she knew better than to ask, she did it anyways. "Okay, you got me, what's 'B.A.'" "Before Adam. After Adam, you drive a BMW.

She was tipping her head back to inquire, when two men entered the great hall and the question flew right out of her head. They were simply two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen. Twins, though different. They were both tall and powerfully built. One was taller by a few inches, with dark hair that swept just past his shoulders and eyes like shard of silver and ice while the other had long black hair falling in a single braid to his waist, and eyes as gold as Adam's torque. They were elegantly dressed in tailored clothing of dark hues, with magnificent bodies that dripped with raw sex appeal. Oh, my, she marveled, they don't amek men like these in the States. Were these typical Scotsmen? If so, she was going to have to get Elizabeth over here somehow. A connoisseur of romance novels, Elizabeth's favorites were the Scottish ones, and these two men looked as if they'd just stepped straight off one of those covers. "Try not to gape, ka-lyrra. They're only human. Mortal. Puny. And married. Both of them. Happily.

Son," he said, "you monkeyed up.

So spake our mother Eve, and Adam heard Well pleased, but answered not; for now too nigh Th' Archangel stood, and from the other hill To their fixed station, all in bright array The Cherubim descended; on the ground Gliding meteorous, as ev'ning mist Ris'n from a river o'er the marish glides, And gathers ground fast at the labourer's heel Homeward returning. High in front advanced, The brandished sword of God before them blazed Fierce as a comet; which with torrid heat, And vapour as the Libyan air adust, Began to parch that temperate clime; whereat In either and the hast'ning angel caught Our ling'ring parents, and to th' eastern gate Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast To the subjected plain; then disappeared. They looking back, all th' eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

Oh, Adam. When will you stop messing everything up? And why do I keep letting you?

One," I say, my eyes filling with tears. "I love you." She nods, smiling, then reaches forward to touch my cheek. She's crying now too. "If I'd lived, I think..." she says, "I think you really would have.