lace

He saw that it was the gaps that were important, the spaces between the threads which made the pattern, and not the threads themselves.

Tipani flower skies blazing rapture of color laced tree crowns silhouettes along the ocean diamond necklaced beach...of my heart in fragrance of love spilled by caressing kisses of the sun opening the gates to dive deep through away to horizons with no return...

As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.

Here we go,_ Phoenix said, turning back to Nora. __ry not to let this room scare you.

My dream is to create something so beautiful that it encourages people to present the best version of themselves to me everywhere I go.

Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.

Eternity will not cause our memories to fade, it will force our hearts to accept the past.

If you feel like you don't fit into the world you inherited it is because you were born to help create a new one.

Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.

To completely understand me you must first accept that I am not you.

To struggle against the weight of sleep as reality eclipses the moon of your dreams is the purest sign of true love.

Eleanor had heard talk of the rebellion that existed inside the city of Constance before. Most of the information she gathered was considered an old fairy tale by the general public. There were a few stories here and there about people angered by their present living conditions, who had demanded that the center of Constance be held responsible for it. However, information was never passed between the five different sectors. Over the years the tales of the rebellion had become children__ bedtime stories, and people did not take them seriously.

Try to think of it as though we are rewriting history___he first time this experience occurred you and I never kissed in this Dream Machine room. But now when we leave here, and open our eyes again near the wall around the center of Constance, that kiss will be included in our memories of the day we first met. We could spend a lifetime recreating this moment here, meanwhile, not a single second of our lives would slip by back in our reality. Time seems to move differently inside of our memories.

His ironing seemed highly rational, with a constant speed that allowed him to get the best results, with the least effort; all the economy and elegance of his mathematical proofs performed right there on the ironing board. The Professor was definitely the best man for this job, we had to admit, since the tablecloth was made of delicate lace.

You're wearing a lace thong?" Dolly clapped her hands. "That's absolutely perfect for romance.

I like The Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.