Anjum Ara Quotes

Hope is the light you follow; faith is believing there is actually a light
they are the refusal to give up when you have no reason to go on.
Snake to Ara (Mark of Betrayal, Book 4 dark Secrets) ~ A.M. Hudson

A month passed in silence and then came an email asking if Qayennat would care to further amend, fortify or prune various sections of her proposal; Like all communication for them so far, this was well written and polite but abhorrent in its covert attempt to stamp out anything like love, to turn passion into hot air. She wanted to tell them as much, inviting them to take their stuffy foundation and stuff it up their backside ~ Anjum Hasan

I Tried, But What I Had with You I Couldn't Have with Anyone Else. ~ Ahmed Ali Anjum

After a time Ara had to do her chores, leaving me on the porch with a fresh infusion of tea to drink, her garden to look at, and her words to consider.
Not that I got very far. There were too many questions. Like: Where did those guards go? Azmus had overcome one, but I didn't remember having seen any more. Then there were the unlocked doors. The one to my cell could be explained away, but not the outside one. If there was a conspiracy, was Azmus behind it? Or someone else--and if so, who; and more importantly, to what end?
It was just possible that those dashing aristos had contrived my escape for a game, just as a cruel cat will play with a mouse before the kill. Their well-publicized bet could certainly account for that. The wager would also serve very nicely as a warning to ordinary people not to interfere with their prey, I thought narrowly.
Which meant that if I'd left any clue to my trail, I had better move on. Soon. ~ Sherwood Smith

Every song I am listening to
It has an imaginary story about you. ~ Ahmed Ali Anjum

You don't know how to take no for an answer, do you?"
"That wasn't a no," I teased. "Now - " using his wrists to drive his hands, I pushed them down and jumped as he lifted me up again, " - show me what's so scary about this vampire side."
"Ara, we - " he tried to speak, but I leaned down and gripped his lips tightly with mine, then pulled a little - using my teeth.
He drew back abruptly and stared at me, wide eyed, but with a tentative grin. "So, you don't wanna be a vampire, but you like using your teeth?"
"I'd like you to use your teeth."
"Physically. Not figuratively," David practically grunted.
"Stay out of my head, vampire." I bared my puny teeth at him; he chuckled. "Now, do as you're told. Bite me. ~ Angela M. Hudson

So, what were you about to do that day, then? Float away or something?"
"No." He looked up from the ground and smiled. "I was about to lift you in my arms and run, vampire speed, to the closet room under the auditorium stage."
"You would not," I said, my tone ringing in question.
"Ara - " he raised one brow, "I'm a guy. Not a saint. ~ Angela M. Hudson

Ara. Ara, stop." He propped my body against the wall and unfastened my hands from his neck.
"Why? What's wrong?" I wiped my mouth dry with the back of my wrist. "Did I hurt you?"
"Yes, you little leech." He cupped his hand over the bite mark and pulled it away to look at it. "I may not have a heartbeat, but I still feel pain."
"You're bruising." I squinted through the dull light to see his neck.
"I know. I can feel that."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you kidding me?" He looked up at me. "Ara, that felt amazing. It hurt, but damn it was hard for me to control myself."
"Control yourself?"
"Yeah. I wanted to..." He looked down and shook his head.
"You wanted to what?" I lifted his face.
"I wanted to do...things to you."
"What kinds of...things." Excitement and fear made my heart thump. "Bad things?"
"Yes. Bad things." He reached up slowly and slipped the shoestring strap of my dress down my shoulder, then ran a delicate line of kisses along the curve of my neck, making the skin on my lower back tingle.
"That doesn't feel like bad things."
"This is not what I had in mind," he said into my shoulder. ~ Angela M. Hudson

If you don't have a goal and don't know where you want to be and when you want be there. You are just drifting around. (You'll never get anywhere) ~ Ahmed Ali Anjum

It wasn't a waste of time if you learned that it was a waste of time. ~ Ahmed Ali Anjum

Alone at home,
Washing dishes while thinking about her that
How beautiful it would've been if she was here. ~ Ahmed Ali Anjum

If you truly love someone
You don't need to be faithful
It will just happen. ~ Ahmed Ali Anjum

People are romantics, they try to be, as you know. They desire to be in love but can not manage it, it is rather difficult. They are waiting for Godot to come. ~ Ara Güler

A good coach will make his players see what they can be rather than what they are. ~ Ara Parseghian

Ara?"
She jerked her face up. "Huh? Where were we?"
But his expression had grown serious, the lesson forgotten. He interlaced his fingers and said, "We are bound."
"Bound?"
He collected a piece of rope, knotting it.
"Oh, you mean bound?"
He gave a nod, then drew in the sand.
An infinity symbol? "Clever demon, how did you know that ... ?"
He was gazing at her with a question in his eyes.
"Bound forever?" And somehow she met his gaze and lied, "Yes, demon. Bound forever."
As if to make her feel guiltier, he gathered her into his arms, cupping her face against his broad chest. His voice a deep rumble, he said, "Carrow is Malkom's."
She wanted to sob.
"Yes?"
"Yes," she answered, wishing that it could be so simple between them. Demon meets girl. Girl might be falling for demon. ~ Kresley Cole

She said I'm perfect
"I just love the way she lies. ~ Ahmed Ali Anjum

How can it be that this town is so full of people they're falling off the pavements and yet only in dreams am I in someone's arms? ~ Anjum Hasan

She is in particular interested in the Ennui predator. She very much likes its demeanor and coloring in the images. She understand she may not get that particular one, but perhaps one that resembles it? A young one?"
The Ennui predator. "Where did she find these images?"
"On your planet's holonet," Nuan Ara said helpfully.
We didn't have holonet. We had internet ... Oh. "So, the esteemed grandmother would like a kitten that looks like Grumpy Cat?" I picked up my laptop, typed in the image search for Grumpy Cat, and showed him the picture.
"Yes!"
"I will see what I can do. ~ Ilona Andrews

Baby you don't even know I'm falling apart
In your fun and games, You've stolen my heart. ~ Ahmed Ali Anjum

Freedom does not come with
terms and conditions
Don't let anyone ever
sell you that. ~ Anjum Choudhary

Me and my Photographs are a bit romantic. I do not take photographs in a normal light. Either at sunrise, or sundown, or early in the morning. Besides I want to explain something in every frame. Every image has to have a message. ~ Ara Güler

People who have no hold over their process of thinking ara likely to be ruined by liberty of thought. ~ Muhammad Iqbal

I don't want to be rude," he said, "but I need to know about Cyra."
Ara folded her hands over her stomach. "What about Miss Noavek?"
"Is she…?" He couldn't quite say the word.
"She is alive."
He closed his eyes, just for a tick letting himself think about her again. She was lively in his memories, fighting in the training room like war was a dance, searching windows into black space like they were paintings. She made ugly things beautiful, somehow, and he would never understand it. But she was alive. ~ Veronica Roth

Waking to the sound of the bells for third-gold, I found myself staring up at a pair of interested brown eyes.
"She's awake!" my watcher called over her shoulder. Then she turned back to me and grinned. She had a pointed face, curly dark hair escaping from two short braids, and a merry voice as she said, "Splat!" She clapped her hands lightly. "We were fair guffered when you toppled right off Drith, facedown in the chickenyard mud. Lucky it was so early, for no one was about but us."
I winced.
She grinned again. "You're either the worst horse thief in the entire kingdom, or else you're that missing countess. Which is it?"
"Ara." The voice of quiet reproach came from the doorway.
I lifted my eyes without moving my head, saw a matron of pleasant demeanor and comfortable build come into the room bearing a tray.
Ara jumped up. She seemed a couple years younger than I. "Let me!"
"Only if you promise not to pester her with questions," the mother replied. "She's still much too ill."
Ara shrugged, looking unrepentant. "But I'm dying to know."
The mother set the tray down on a side table and smiled down at me. She had the same brown eyes as her daughter, but hers were harder to read. "Can you sit up yet?"
"I can try," I said hoarsely.
"Just high enough so's we can put these pillows behind you." Ara spoke over her shoulder as she dashed across the room.
My head ached just to watch her, and I closed my eyes again.
"Ara."Sherwood Smith