lily

I dare us to give up _ maybe we__l reach nirvana by the time we__e sixty.

Love is willing to become to villain so that the one who you love can stay a hero.

[Lily] "Petunia's hair is too curly to braid," She said conversationally. Oliver wasn't sure why, but that was what finally made him blush.

I have shaken loose. Like the lily, I rest on the deep water's surface. Not knowing the journey's end, I rest in nature's embrace.

Can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?" Harry shook his head."Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help." Harry thought. Then he said slowly, "It shows us what we want... whatever we want..." "Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible."The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed.

It__ nothing compared to happiness.__ snorted through gritted teeth. __hat happiness?___xactly.___eality interrupts__ Jaw clenching, my nostrils flared as I felt a gush of blood flow.A whisper. __ife._ His blink was slow. __he mother of all bitches.___nd the beauty?___ts absence is duly noted.___nly to be found by those later.__nother swipe of my cheeks. __nce they__e suffered to the point they scream for death.___ull circle.__is hand found mine in a gentle hold. __ain needs to be felt.

Elliott performed a dance called the Dance of the Twenty-Eight Veils in Times Square. It is on YouTube. Many commenters described it as the most boring erotic dance ever performed in the history of the world. I have never been so embarrassed in my unlife. I__ thinking of quitting being leader of the clan and becoming a vampire nun.

To me she looked like a lily, an innocence floating in the pond!

Time crawls in the silence. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock.

It is terrifying,_ said Adrian. __nd weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knows_ well, part of you knows something__ not right. That your thinking__ not right. But what do you about that? All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can__ trust your own mind, what can you trust? What other people tell you?

With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me.__o, you will listen. For once, you__e going to hear something that doesn__ fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn__ reasonable. If you__e terrified, believe me__his scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her__ut it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I__ around you, I want to be better because_ well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you__e like_ like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don__ even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.

The syrup of lilies hangs thick and sweet in the air, its cloying scent the traditional mask of death and rebirth: ashes and incense, rain and dirt, and something like rosin. It's the scent Hector associates with God. The scent of heavenly things.

You'll do fine.""What, you're psychic now?""Didn't you know?" he asks seriously. "Must be an aftereffect of the bond.