moody

It is a wonderful thing to be liked by a stranger, but without respect it is pointless. It is like pulling the pedals off a rose and throwing the stem at the person you like. It__ creepy, but had good intentions that suddenly experienced some strange form of verticillium wilt, during the climate change of their mood.

Sometimes when you dig deep into the past, you shed uncontrollable tears.

It's so hard to find the place somewhere in the middle of the best and worst I've felt.

My sadness is beautiful. It infuses everything I do. It is at the core of my identity and always has been, just as happiness is in some people. I refuse to be told that it's a flaw. I will not mute it with medications for the sake of society. I will hold it close to me and celebrate it rightfully while the rest of the world fails to see it for what it is and it will be their loss.

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.

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...

_"I look upon this world as a wrecked vessel. God has given me a lifeboat and said, 'Moody, save all you can.

Hello, Professor McGonagall,_ said Moody calmly, bouncing the ferret still higher.__hat _ what are you doing?_ said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret__ progress through the air.__eaching,_ said

The ocean was one of the greatest things he had ever seen in his life__igger and deeper than anything he had imagined. It changed its color and shape and expression according to time and place and weather. It aroused a deep sadness in his heart, and at the same time it brought his heart peace and comfort.

I spent a lot of last night being moody and grim.I__ a vampire. We__e allowed to do that. It__ in all the brochures.

George was full of hatred. Of his own weakness and stupidity, of his magic, of the stubbornness and the pride of Beatrice and Marit, and, last of all, hatred of Dr. Gharn, who had started it all.But the hatred swayed to pity. Then to hopelessness. Then back to anger.Every once in a great while, he felt a moment of peace, usually when he caught a glimpse of Beatrice and Marit together. He loved them both in different ways. But that could not be.He turned away, and the cycle began again.