Aria Aber Quotes

Take her. Own her. Eat. Feed. Bite. Devour. ~ Aria Cole

The season of Lent is puzzling to many. Denying ourselves our favorite treats or habits - even for a short time - seems archaic in our I-want-it-now culture. Lent is a plodding, definitive crescendo that leads up to the cacophonous noise of Good Friday and the gorgeous aria of Easter. It's a season marked by deliberateness and intentionality. ~ Anonymous

You're not mad at me?" she asked.
He leaned to the side and placed a lingering kiss on her neck. "If I pretended I was, would you make it up to me?"
Another kiss landed on the sensitive skin of her collarbone, testing the edges of the coveralls.
"Um," Jenna stammered. "No."
"No?" He leveled his eyes with hers. They sparkled with amusement.
She tried to think, but her body had apparently decided her brain was a nonessential system and shut it down. "Yes? ~ Aria Kane

I was born singing. Most babies cry, I sang an aria. ~ Gail Carson Levine

Perry could no longer deny that it was common knowledge. Aria was the safest path to him. ~ Veronica Rossi

Soren huffed. "I saw her looking at me when we were changing into our uniforms."
"She was looking at you because you're built like a bull."
Soren's laugh was nervous, clipped. "Is that good?"
"It'd be great if she were a cow. ~ Veronica Rossi

Aria Crosses Over ~ Sara Shepard

Roar leaned across the table and smiled at her seductively, his dark hair falling into his eyes. 'When you say everything happens in the Realms, do you mean everything?'
Aria laughed nervously.'Yes. Especially that.There are no risks in the Realms.'
Roar's smile widened. 'You simply think it and it happens? And it
actually feels real?'
'Why are we talking about this?'
'I need a Smarteye,' he said. ~ Veronica Rossi

I love you Beautiful. I won't let you go"

"If you want to push then push, baby. Push me, test me, fight me. But I am not going, Aria. I. Love. You. Without condition, without reason, without judgement. Unconditionally, baby ~ Amanda Kaitlyn

It isn't an easy business (...) Love, he said finally. I was referring to love, Rebecca. ~ Aria Beth Sloss

The first and perhaps the most important requirement for a successful writing performance - and writing is a performance, like singing an aria or dancing a jig - is to understand the nature of the occasion. ~ Stephen Greenblatt

I'm going to cook you a dinner, which we'll eat by candlelight. Roses, wine, witty banter, the whole first-date deal."
Everywhere he touched, her skin tingled with the promise of more. Feeling a soft breeze brush across her skin, she glanced toward the common room and flashed him a wicked smirk. "A bedroom with a door?"
"Mmmhmmm," he murmured as he tilted his head toward her, smirking. "I hadn't realized you were so high maintenance. ~ Aria Kane

She'd fallen into my arms and stolen every beat of my heart ~ Aria Cole

Come thaw my frozen heart, my little arctic kitten."
Unable to resist, Aria jumped in and picked up the next line. "No chance, my yeti man, I'd rather be frostbitten."
"Let me be your snowman. Come live in my igloo."
"I'd rather freeze to death than hibernate with you. ~ Veronica Rossi

Not a single person has ever escaped?"
"Only if you count death as an escape. ~ Aria Kane

I can't because I don't want you to hide from me. ~ Veronica Rossi

Have fun, party hard, and tell her I love her. ~ GirlDrawsManga

The world was often ugly and painful, filled with hate, sadness, and despair. But Aria? She made sense in a senseless world. She was the rainbow to my everlasting thunderstorms. ~ Brittainy C. Cherry

His words hung hollow between us, the knowledge that I'd given him my virginity, my body, my heart, my everything, only for him to walk away in a few weeks shredded me. ~ Aria Cole

Alliteration is not a prostitute to be sold to every sailor who visits the port. This fine lady is a valuable literary diva one should ask to sing her aria only for special occasions. ~ Dennis Vickers

A stolen touch can never compete with a voluntary touch of hunger, passion, desire. The aria of choice is joyous, the cacophony of force brutal, ugly, and cold. ~ Karen Marie Moning

The smile of an angel that had my heart sprouting wings. ~ Aria Cole

We might be all alone in the world, en effet, but that doesn't mean we have to be lonely. ~ Aria Beth Sloss

It is a perverse tradition we honor. Kings adorn their halls with images of battles they won, the people they've conquered." He paced as he vented, a lifetime frustration pent up in that twisted truth. "I have brought kingdoms on the brink of war to peace, and my deeds will never be deemed as heroic as those who kill." - Paris of Troy. ~ Aria Cunningham

Even now, I could no more chart her influence than I could the gravitational powers that rule the tides. I suppose that could be said of anyone we love, that their effects on our lives run so deeply, with such grave force, we hardly know what they mean until they are gone. ~ Aria Beth Sloss

When the game ended, Mike laid down his control paddle. "So you've met the Nordic goddess, right?"
Aria glanced up at him warily. "Excuse me?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "Duh. Klaudia, which I'm pretty sure is Scandinavian for sex vixen. ~ Sara Shepard

She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She'd seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock. ~ Veronica Rossi

On Rossini's 'The Barber of Seville' - "Much has been written about the fiasco of the opera's first night on 20 February 1816, most of it true: the mockery of Rossini's Spanish-style hazel jacket, the rowdy animosity of the Paisiello lobby, the jeering and the catcalls, as one mishap succeeded another. Basilio sang his 'Calumny' aria with a bloodied nose after tripping over a trap door; then during the act 1 finale, a cat wandered onstage, declined to leave, and was forcibly flung into the wings. According to the Rosina, Gertrude Righetti Giorgi, Rossini left the theatre 'as though he had been an indifferent onlooker'... The second performance was a triumph, though Rossini was not there to witness it. He spent the evening pacing his room, imagining the opera's progress scene by scene. He retired early, only to be roused by a glow of torches and uproar in the street. Fearing that a mob was about to set fire to the building, he took refuge in a stable block. Garcia tried to summon him to acknowledge the adulation. 'F***' their bravos!' was Rossini's blunt rejoinder. 'I'm not coming out'. ~ Richard Osborne

What brought you out here Aria?" he asked.
She looked up, right into his eyes. "I needed to find you."
"I know," he said. "The second I left you, I felt the same way. ~ Veronica Rossi

Aria dropped her satchel against the wall and glanced at the front door, smiling at a sound beyond the reach of his ears. A second later, Roar blew into the house in a dark flash.
'Finally!' he bellowed. He wrapped Aria into a big hug, lifting her off the ground. 'What took you so long? Don't answer that." He glanced at Perry. "I think I know. ~ Veronica Rossi

Your fate can change in a heartbeat. Grasp what happiness you can while it is still in your power to take it. ~ Aria Cunningham

I sing what I sing. And that's recitals and orchestra concerts. To appease - no, that's not the right word - let's say to satisfy - any opera urgings that my public has, I'll put in an aria. ~ Kathleen Battle

I feel most spiritual when I am listening to a soprano voice soaring to the top of its range at the most dramatic point of an aria. It feels like a geyser shooting up from the center of the earth and reaching for the stars. ~ China Forbes

Nothing worth anything has ever proven itself to be easy. I should think you 'd have discovered this by now. ~ Aria Beth Sloss

But something's missing ( Aber etwas fehlt ). ~ Bertolt Brecht

I had been walking through the Chakara Forest. Fat moths the size of palms wreathed my hair like pearls and moonstones. And then, as I had done since before language burgeoned in the velvet clefts of the mind--I danced.
Not a slow dance, but sharp, punctual movements. My dance organized the shadows of trees, canceled the cloying plumes of wind-fallen fruit, aligned the moonbeams themselves. My back arced gracefully as I moved, neck extended like an oryx, fingers conjuring sharp kathas of rhythm, when a sound crunched not far from me.
I spun around. "Who's there?"
From beneath the heart-shaped leaves of a peepal tree, something rustled. And a voice, so lush it made ambrosia acrid, answered me.
"Only the lowly painter who tries each night, in vain, to capture evening herself."
"What do you want? Show yourself."
The stranger stepped out of the peepal tree. He was broad-shouldered, his features as severely beautiful as a strike of lightning. He wore a crown of blackbuck horns that arced in graceful whorls of onyx, catching the light. But it was his gaze that robbed the clamoring rhythm in my chest.
His stare slipped beneath my skin. And when he saw my eyes widen, he smiled. And in that moment, his smile banished my loneliness and limned the hollows of my anima with starlight, pure and bright. He moved toward me, grasping my hand, and his touch hummed in my bones like an aria. A song to my dance. The beginning of a promise. ~ Roshani Chokshi

Sweetheart, this is my first time, too. I waited a long time for you, for this. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else but you. This is the beginning for us, baby. This is my forever, ~ Aria Cole

They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl ... an aria of fear made audible.
The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering. ~ Angela Carter

So then they'd snuggled up to each other, naked, and started to talk. Ezra told her about the time he was six and sculpted a red squirrel out of clay, only to have his brother squash it. How he used to smoke a lot of pot after his parents got divorced. About the time he had to take the family's fox terrier to the vet to have her put to sleep. Aria told him about how when she was little, she kept a can of split pea soup named Pee as a pet and cried when her mom tried to cook Pee for dinner. ~ Sara Shepard

I didn't really imagine a girly chandelier in here when I built the house, but you've got good taste." He winked. "Of course I do. I picked you, didn't I?" I teased, then crossed the space to him. ~ Aria Cole

He was in search of a story, nothing more. He shouldn't be thinking about her bedroom at all. But, in a matter of minutes, the Greek aerialist had drawn him in with her shy smiles and quirky humor. ~ Aria Kane

Then she melted against him. He felt the moment she surrendered to him. It made his blood sing with need. Finally. ~ Aria Kane

We can reach a global harmony if we remove xenophobia ~ Neda Aria

I'd finally reached the end of myself, all my self-reliance and denial and pride unraveling into nothingness, leaving only a blank Alison-shaped space behind. It was finished. I was done.
But just as I felt myself dissolving on the tide of my own self-condemnation, the dark waves receded, and I floated into a celestial calm.
I saw the whole universe laid out before me, a vast shining machine of indescribable beauty and complexity. Its design was too intricate for me to understand, and I knew I could never begin to grasp more than the smallest idea of its purpose. But I sensed that every part of it, from quark to quasar, was unique and - in some mysterious way - significant.
I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied by the orchestra of the planets and the percussion of satellites and moons. The aria they performed was a song to break the heart, full of tragic dissonance and deferred hope, and yet somewhere beneath it all was a peircing refrain of glory, glory, glory. And I sensed that not only the grand movements of the cosmos, but everything that had happened in my life, was a part of that song. Even the hurts that seemed most senseless, the mistakes I would have done anything to erase - nothing could make those things good, but good could still come out of them all the same, and in the end the oratorio would be no less beautiful for it.
I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a bli ~ R.J. Anderson

Perry ... ," Aria said, covering his hand. "Peregrine ... you are kind. You put your life at risk for Talon and Cinder. For me. You did it when you didn't even like me. You worry about your tribe. You ache for Roar and your sister. I know you do. I saw it in your face every time Roar spoke of Live." Her voice was shaking. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "You are good, Peregrine."
He shook his head. "You've seen me."
"I have. And I know your heart is good. ~ Veronica Rossi

Bright green eyes peered at her from underneath long lashes that curled toward Saturn. Despite the so very pretty eyes, he had a strong face with sharp angles that cast shadows from the harsh overhead cargo light. A slight overbite gave the impression of a permanent pout. Dark curls tumbled lazily from his head to his shoulders.
In one word: gorgeous.
Another word: dangerous. ~ Aria Kane

Since the second her eyes met those gorgeous blue ones, each look from him had made every cell of her body feel like it might explode. She'd never wanted another man as much as she wanted Brandon James in that moment. And there was no shame in that. ~ Aria Kane

Roar's mouth pulled into a smile - a beautiful smile she hadn't seen in weeks.
"Beautiful, huh?"
She drew her hand away, giving him a small push on the shoulder. "Don't act surprised."
"I'm not. Always nice to be reminded, though. ~ Veronica Rossi

This girl has an air of innocence about her and it gives me pause for a moment, wondering if this siren could actually be untouched. If I were any kind of gentleman, I would leave her alone and forget I ever met her. But, I'm a bastard with a devil on my shoulder making a damn good case as to why I want to be the one to corrupt her. I kicked the angel to the curb years ago and even if I hadn't, it would be out numbered. Between the devil and my cock, it's a clear win. I am going to fuck this woman tonight and if I have my way, it will only be the start. ~ Aria Cole