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Do you know how hard it’s been to not fuck you this whole journey?" he asked inside my head. “Why can’t I make love to you? Your husband sent you off to breed with a vampire.” Samuel’s fangs retracted. “Last time I checked, I was a vampire.

Do you see how the sky holds the sun? In a powerful but effortless way that shows off her beauty and strength? That's how a King holds his Queen.

Each character created by Stephen King is a proffesor... a guy full of knowledge.

El amor es lo que mueve el mundo. Es la única cosa que permite a hombres y mujeres seguir en pie en un mundo donde la gravedad siempre parece estar queriendo derribarlos, llevarlos hacia abajo, hacerles arrastrarse.

El mayor misterio que presenta el universo no es la vida, sino el Tamaño. El Tamaño abarca la vida, y la Torre abarca el Tamaño. El niño, que se siente a gusto con lo maravilloso, pregunta: ¿Qué hay más allá del cielo, papá? Y el padre contesta: La oscuridad del espacio. El niño: ¿Qué hay más allá del espacio? El padre: La galaxia. El niño: ¿Más allá de la galaxia? El padre: Otra galaxia. El niño: ¿Y más allá de las demás galaxias? El padre: Nadie lo sabe. »¿Lo ves? El tamaño nos derrota. Para el pez, el lago en que vive es el universo. ¿Qué piensa el pez cuando es arrastrado por la boca más allá de los plateados límites de la existencia, hacia un nuevo universo donde el aire lo sofoca y la luz es una demencia azul? ¿Donde enormes bípedos sin branquias lo meten en una caja asfixiante y lo cubren de hierbas mojadas para dejarlo morir?

Ephesians 6:16-18 16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. 17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: 18 Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints.

Escribir una historia es contársela uno mismo -dijo él-. Cuando reescribes , lo principal es quitar todo lo que no sea la historia.

Even if you have been having sex for years with many people, you can still become a "secondary virgin." That occurs when you repent of previous sexual sins and then determine not to be intimate with anyone until you are married. It will require discipline to stay in the hallway of doors, but it still bring the sweet benefits of healthiness, greater self-respect, and above all, harmony with the King. He will honor you for doing what is right.

Ever since I drank your blood, my head has been crazy... I won’t lie. The connection gives me a lot of power over you. I could read your thoughts and speak to you wherever I am, even several miles away.

Even when she slept, her anxieties did not.

Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.

Every king springs from a race of slaves, and every slave had kings among his ancestors.

EVERYONE IS A KING OR QUEEN, YOU DONT NEED A CROWN TO SHOW IT.

Frog who wants to be a king of the lake by terrorizing other frogs is not a frog but a scorpion or a snake!

Every King, like the river, is evident by his currents

Falstaff: [...] Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh—but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine. There's never none of these demure boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sickness; and then, when they marry, they get wenches. They are generally fools and cowards-which some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris is the warming of the blood; which before, cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice; but the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extremes. It illumineth the face, which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm; and then the vital commoners and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain, the heart, who, great and puff'd up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage—and this valour comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that sets it a-work; and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil till sack commences it and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, sterile, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and till'd, with excellent endeavour of drinking good and good store of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.

For any man may be a king in that life in which he is placed if so be he may draw forth the sword of success from out of the iron of circumstance. Where fore when your time of assay cometh, I do hope it may be with you as it was with Arthur that day, and that ye too may achieve success with entire satisfaction unto yourself and to your great glory and perfect happiness.

He ended the world because it was not to his liking and here I am challenging the same monster for a fifteen-year-old rat from the slums

God is the only book that can never be touched, open and seen.

God raised Christ up to the highest position possible. Jesus is now our great high King, and we should not allow anyone to take His place in our lives, usurping His Throne room in our hearts, and minds!

…he grabbed my hand again. That same warmth hit me, seeping into my skin. I bit my lip and forced myself not to relish in the tingling heat. Samuel’s eyes widened. Fangs erupted from his gums. His nostrils flared as he inhaled me.

Give royal treatment to your original magic effects, because one of the effects might make you the king of magic.

God is King of kings.

He growled. The noise echoed through the area. Birds flew from the trees. They appeared like dark dots in the starry sky.

He is a king whom emperors have served.

He looked so sad. I never saw him look sad before, he was always so superior, everywhere the king. You once called him a god from elsewhere who had lost his way.

He never wanted to be king, and it was that very trait that made him a great king. It was the characteristic comprising all extraordinary leaders.

He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what this feeling for his tiny slave was. Now in the crisp, clear spring sunlight, he knew.

Herk threw up the mouse, the hamburger he'd eaten for lunch, and some pasty glop that looked like tomato soup. He was just starting to ask his mother what was going on when she threw up. And there, in all that puke, that old dead mouse didn't look bad at all. It sure looked better than the rest of the stuff.

He was a strong and noble lord with piercing eyes of grey. He sat upon his noble throne shining like the dawn. His sword flashed like the brightest star. He led our people well. Yet here and now he lays in blood pierced with arrows. He was the friend of many knights. He loved the warrior games. His heart was won by a lady fair for marriage they did wait. A kindly prince, his duty carried him to another's bed. And on her death true love returned, finally they wed. He felt the grief of children lost to murder and to pain. I was the youngest of his blood. I'll never be the same. Here lays my father and my lord. I know not what to say. Except my father and my lord was slain here on this day. Here lays my father and my lord. I know not what to say. Except my father and my lord was slain here on this day….

He was a heavy breather. You could hear him puffing and blowing into the mike up there like some large and sweaty animal. I don't like that, never have. My father is like that on the telephone. A lot of heavy breathing in your ear, so you can almost smell the scotch and Pall Malls on his breath. It always seems unsanitary and somehow homosexual.

I am no one's to be claimed, I belong to me.

His crucifixion is the key; His resurrection is the door... it is only by his death that we have the mandate to enter into the gates of eternal life. His doors are open always. Christ is king!

His power sings to your blood. I witnessed your reaction to him just now. He’ll be a king in a few years... And you’ll be his queen.

How can the daughter of an whore ever think to hold the heart of a King?

I am always positive, prosperous-minded and filled with self-confidence.

His gaze drank me in and he made no attempt to conceal that fact.

I can bear to tell you no more— only that they comforted each other as well as they could, and, as you probably know from your own bitter experience, that is never quite good enough.

But, orderly to end where I begun: Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. So think thou wilt no second husband wed, But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.

I call you domina because that’s what you are,” Samuel insisted. “It’s what I was. Now I’m just Brie. What if I only called you pathfinder?

I can finish that off and get you something better,” he offered. “You’d eat my leftovers?...” I felt like such a prima donna. “You’re a king.” “I’m a…hungry…king,” he shrugged, as he unassumingly glanced to the side. “I’m not picky.

I could fall in love with you and have no regrets... I want you so bad. You’ll never understand how much.

If the people reveal God , He will change the heart of the king of that country

I don't like the looks of it,' said the King: 'however, it may kis my hand, if it likes.' 'I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.

(...) I, for one, prize less The name of king than deeds of kingly power; And so would all who learn in wisdom’s school.

If a man treats you like a princess, he deserves to be your king.

‎If we do not know the King that comes to your bedroom for the sole purpose of taking out your trash, then you have yet to know Jesus as the Servant of All.

If you write you may be read and if you read you may understand, but if you understand you will never write. © 2018 Danny Kemp All rights reserved

If you drop your Kindle in the toilet, you're done.

If you serve the king of kings, the rest will serve you, money, success, prosperity, etc