Virginia Alison Quotes

Ignore the world when it forgets to tell you that you are beautiful...A goddess needs no reminding...

I do not need to compete for attention, I merely require competent attention...

We can immortalise, glorify and canonise, but irk us and we are just as easily able to eviscerate you with a single blow of the pen where you will remain wretchedly exposed for all eternity....

She did not care where he was or how she was going to find him, all she knew is the reward would be worth it...however, alive, kicking and raring to go would be preferable

Knowing when you should weigh up your options, remain calm and not take everything at face value has certain benefits
Ending the day with with a peaceful soul is one...

If you must lose, then lose with style...

He walks the soft grass, wet with fresh rain, jeans slung low on his hips and shirt hanging open, still dripping from the fevered maelstrom that set fire to the night sky. Fury in his step and passion furrowing his brow...He is my perfect storm...

Women demand a certain amount of cliteracy from men who dive in head first...

Love is the soul's reward for all the previous heartbreaks...

In this delicate and unpredictable life, the future is unwritten. Do not take someone for granted today, for once tomorrow dawns upon the indigo night the only remaining trace will be tracks in the sand...

You are the oxygen that inflames the lust in my soul...

If life's journey was intended to be easy, we would have been given directions. However, since we have no road map, we must climb the highest mountain and forge the deepest streams with love in our souls, in the hope that our own journey will give us peace within...

When you feel solitude is your only option, never be afraid to accept a gentle smile from a friend, and the warmth of another's hand in yours. Walking together is a better option, than walking alone....

Gazing out from the mountains, the clouds are whiter, the sky is bluer, the air seeping into your lungs is as clear as the water roaring down from the snow, melting on the high peaks. A place where heaven is a little closer.

Woman cannot survive on droplets, she requires waves to regularly crash over her shores as the moon gives way to the sun...

She looked at the empty page, which remained blank, apart from the small wet dots from her tears, for hours. Her mind was a turmoil of sadness, rage, fear and all those emotions that gave her inspiration. However her heart lacked the will as the empty words enclosed her soul pulling it down towards the frenzied ravenous imps that stalked hells pantry....

...and the day will come...Maybe not tomorrow maybe not next week but it will come nevertheless, when you awaken and realise, it just a foolishly beautiful dream...

The night it falls
The stars shine through
The inky black
That is the cue
For plot demands
That dreams be sown
The fantasies
I have alone
The words come fast
They flow like wine
I am the midnight writer...

When silence greets you, listen for those powerful words lost within the void of reason...

When frustrated and weary take time to accept that there is no such thing as an insurmountable mountain...You merely have to find the right path...

Beneath the moons' shadowscape, wisdom, women, whiskey and you are a dangerous and provocative combination...

I have had you in my life for so long, I want to know when the dream ends and the fairy-tale begins...

Whether sunrise or sunset, it heralds a new opportunity to dream...

A timeless energy encircles the world, drawing humanity into its grasp, eternally swirling, pulling souls together, tearing them apart in the eternal struggle of love, life and loss...

From the flames she rises, a bold, resplendent warrior ready to bring the world to its knees and cast away those who do not revere their Goddess. Enrapturing all those whom she favours there is no escaping her beguiling sensuality. Enfolding him to her breast, she enslaves his tumescence within her warm embrace and he is lost, within her passion, for eternity...

Destiny is what you make it. No compromise!

A time when sky blue love bids farewell to the day and before dusk falls, the sunset ignites the smouldering embers of the moonlit soul...

Maybe you are just a liquid dream. Seeping into my soul in the dead of night when everything sleeps apart from my memories from another life, another electric, terrifying, lasciviously greedy time, when your lips touched my body, while mapping the skincape unfolding beneath your breath leaving a ripple of mesmerising carnal pleasures, lingering in my veins...Or maybe you are not...

What am I searching for? Maybe its the beliefs I had as a child, that the world is a nice place, that people are genuinely who they say they are, that life is not simply what it is, where the sun shines and the stars glitter for me. Where am I going? I do not know but maybe I am just searching for those beliefs that lead to a happy ending...

Within everyone there is a place, hidden deep inside, which yearns for 'that' kiss. You know the one I mean, the one that sends your senses reeling, leaving you breathless and when you break away, and finally regain your senses, you know you will never see the world in the same light...

Even the moon cannot escape your intoxicating charms...

Do not fear the fire within you, burning brighter than any star it attracts only those whose flame feeds off the very air that you breathe. Let passion be the inferno that engulfs your soul.

There will never be a better time than now to - well...
Do anything you desire...
Be anything you want...
Go wherever you please...
Know your worth, embrace life and love but most of all, embrace yourself...

Someone who touches your heart, all be it a mere fleeting moment, means no less than those who stay a lifetime. The longing is no less, and your life will never be the same after their gentle caress burns a swathe through your soul as there it will remain until the end of time...

We, as women, have this slight flaw. Yes, admitting it, we are flawed with a faultless memory in regards to the good and bad in men...Stored within our memory banks is every loving gesture and sugar coated word, thoughtful moments, places, arguments, indiscretions, lies all catalogued, timed and dated...The list, for us, is endless...
It is not our fault...You give us so much to remember...

If I had wanted to be a pawn in a game, I would have taken up chess...

She had nothing to lose when she looked into those dark limpid pools of desire...Apart from her soul, and even that she would relinquish for one night undulating on his rigid fervour. But to what end? A moment of exquisite bliss? No, she demanded an encore; even her soul had a price...

When distrust is so profound that it makes you wary of every word dripping from honeyed lips...
It sharpens your instincts...Now for a woman, THAT is a powerful weapon...

Unwrap me with all the verve of a new gift...After all, it is not every day I have enough clothes on to be present...able...

I will howl with the wolves, soar above the eagles and roam wild with the Mustang. I will breathe life into the sunrise atop a mountain, bathe naked in the streams, dance in the sunset and love beneath the stars, travelling far and wide, seeking new experiences with those who dare to run with the wind, dare to touch the storm that is me...

Her steel blue eyes captivated him at first glance and along with the alluring scent of jasmine surrounding her presence, he lost all sense of time and rhythm, and barely remembered the ensuing conversation. Thinking he had died and gone to heaven, the only thing that stuck in his memory, as they found themselves pressed urgently against the wall of her hotel room, was her name; Ginny.

Surprises are one of the secrets of a good relationship. Find someone who, out of the blue, will grab you, and a blanket, take you to a secluded spot and canoodle as the sun rises...

Fly high... Where the only chill that cuts through you is the wind. Where your heart pounds from exhilaration not disappointment and after ascending through cloudy wisps, brushing your wings, there is only the clear blue horizon beckoning you forth....

I earned the right not to compete for a man.
He wants me... Or... She is welcome to him...

Passion drove her deeper, into the abyss beneath his skin where she mapped his soul to the dance of his heartbeat...

Basically, writers write because they have something to say...Everyone has a story in them, writers merely decide to share it with the world...

A woman's strength comes from finding solace in peace and earning respect in silence...

She blows kisses to the one who danced through her dreams and leaves a trail of moon dust on her heart...

Wrapped within another's arms further intensifies the divine beauty of a sunrise...

Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun...
Life is strange and wondrous...

When you travel, the battered old suitcase only tells half the story...

Your path is not my path. Should we meet at the crossroads and ye be a friend, tarry a while, drink some wine and let us laugh for a while. If ye be foe, continue on your merry way and may our paths never cross again.

Take the road less travelled. Get lost if you must, because only in losing yourself will you find your true path...

Silence is a time of reflection to bring peace and meaning to your life, and to those around you. This deafening quiescence will mean different things to different people but if they listen carefully, they will understand...

Perfect yourself because you strive to attain your own perfection....After all, the eye of the beholder may be flawed...

Passion is life and delights await those whose soul lusts for new experiences. Every breath should stir deep, simmering desire for those who incite torrid urges and send blood coursing through fevered veins. Throw each shiver hard against unyielding rock, salaciously invade the soft pleasures whose ripe lips hunger for satisfaction, demanding the flame be fanned and thirst be quenched…Demand no less, take no prisoners…

I love you deeply and in the future, I may love you more however, that does not occasionally preclude me from plotting your death by shooting you, chopping you up and feeding you to the wolves...

The silence of a wounded soul roars louder than any tempest...

There is a waterfall in every dream. Cool and crystal clear, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul.

Even the dry and dusty arid desert air could not get her sweet perfume out of his nostrils. That one night was all it took. She stole his heart; he could do nothing about it, but accept his fate.

While getting lost in all those little things that seem so important, don't forget the little things that matter...

We both knew what was for dinner as snake like, your tongue slithered up my leg to the inside of my thigh, flicking, tasting, teasing its prey...

So black is my heart for it is buried in the fiery chasm of untameable passion. It beats in the dark recesses of unquenchable thirst for love and desire from which there is no return...

Silence is where my demons lurk, taunting me endlessly day after day until the end of time...yet still I wait, revelling in their company...

The love we hold sees no boundaries, it feels no limits, it crosses all frontiers. It can enrich us or send us spiralling to the deepest fathoms and if it is true, it can cross oceans and climb mountains, blind to race, creed and colour...It is a beautiful thing, this thing that claims our hearts.

Every damaged soul deserves the chance to love again.

Men are not naturally faithful creatures. They have an ego that is in constant need of stroking and usually anything in a skirt fits that need. I never feel the need to make a man jealous in retribution for his infidelity. I simply pick up the wine and find a new taster...

I spend my life believing in people through child like eyes, always trying to see the good, trying to ignore the bad...
I think my eyes need glasses....

Souls do not break neither do hearts. Ravaged by time, they continue living within us and it is our choice whether to remove the walls of self preservation that we build as protection or to hide behind them and remain hardened within our comfort zone.
Life is precious, giving it your all is preferable to withering and dying even before you fall off this mortal coil.

Colour my world with sunset peach and betwixt the dying day and blooming night, we shall dance across the impatient stars of twilight...

I have found that my company is a better person in your company...

When you readily throw words around like 'beautiful', 'gorgeous' and 'sexy'...Ensure the first person to hear them is the one who deserves them...

If you are not his first thought in the morning, he does not deserve a place in your dreams...