Heather Ash Amara Quotes

We were on separate paths, parallel for now, but still separate, our arms stretched across the gap to keep us connected. But the gap was still there, widening every day that I saw the innocent glint in Sherlock's eyes and felt the black ash of rage staining mine. ~ Heather W. Petty

Maple. Maypole
Catch and carry.
Ash and Ember.
Elderberry.
Woolen. Woman.
Moon at night.
Willow. Window.
Candlelight.
Fallow farrow.
Ash and oak.
Bide and borrow.
Chimney smoke.
Barrel. Barley.
Stone and stave.
Wind and water.
Misbehave. ~ Patrick Rothfuss

Inhale LOVE, exhale GIVE IT ALL AWAY. ~ Heather Wiest

A truth comes out when it must;
A dream comes true when it will.
Though the world turn to ash and dust
A secret's a secret still. ~ Sharon Shinn

We were broke in a way that only kids can be broke. Our toes were black with dye from wearing boots that weren't waterproof. We had infected ear lobes and green rings around our fingers from cheap jewelry. No one ever even had a chocolate bar. ~ Heather O'Neill

Was Fergus Urvill anywhere, still? Apart from the body - whatever was left of him physically, down there in that dark, cold pressure - was there anything else? Was his personality intact somehow, somewhere?
I found that I couldn't believe that it was. Neither was dad's, neither was Rory's, nor Aunt Fiona's, nor Darren Watt's. There was no such continuation; it just didn't work that way, and there should even be a sort of relief in the comprehension that it didn't. We continue in our children, and in our works and in the memories of others; we continue in our dust and ash. To want more was not just childish, but cowardly, and somehow constipatory, too. Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss. ~ Iain Banks

Things are as they are. What I can see, feel, hear and smell right now. ~ Heather Morris

I felt as though a large knot of flames had been lit in my stomach, making me feel nauseous and excited all at once ~ Heather James

brain was sticky, phrases and snatches of songs were always wedging themselves in there. Annihilation. He saw flashes of Norse barbarians swinging axes. He wondered for a second, only a second, if he'd been reincarnated, and this was some leftover memory, flittering down like ash. Then he picked up his bike and banished the idea. He wasn't ten. ~ Gillian Flynn

He looked like hell, but damn, if hell didn't look good on him. ~ Heather R. Blair

The Passion of the Christ opened up on Ash Wednesday, had a Good Friday. ~ Billy Crystal

Jeremy: "Who did it? Wait-you think I did. Don't you?"
Ash: "It did cross our minds at one point. Actually, it seemed to keep crossing them. Back and forth. Maybe we should put in a crosswalk. ~ L.J.Smith

You know what would be really nice right now? Coffee. I'd really go for some coffee."
Just the idea made her salivate.
He scowled. "How can you think about coffee right now?"
"I don't know. Maybe caffeine is how I cope." She thought for a moment. "Although usually I'm a crier. Are you a crier?"
"No."
"Not even sad movies or weddings?"
"No."
"What about commercials with little puppies that need a home?"
He blinked. "Please stop talking."
"Hmm," she said slowly. "Maybe talking is how I cope." Her hands started falling asleep. "You know what else would be really nice right now?"
"An off button? ~ Chelsea Fine

For information to be useful, it should be dynamic, searchable, and accessible. ~ Heather Brooke

Anabelle knew she was feeling too much, too fast. That was dangerous. Especially with a guy like Giorgio. ~ Heather Hall

Sandwich every bit of criticism between two layers of praise. ~ Mary Kay Ash

He says that he saw you first. That by right, you are his captive. He says that Buffalo Run really has no right to you, that he has pampered you, that he has scorned the Comanche ways. He says that you should be his slave, and that he intends to take you. ~ Heather Graham

You know what I mean. Sometimes you just know what you want, and it doesn't make any sense at all. What's that called?"
"Being human. ~ Heather Gean

Whatever you do ... don't fall asleep. ~ Heather Langenkamp

Heavy hearts, heavy eyelids," said the master of the caravan.
"Huh?" Heather looked up in dismay, shocked to find she'd nearly been left behind as the caravan prepared to move on. Her last night's sleep had been fitful, full of dreams where Khalid made her suffer for running away. Now she felt drained and groggy, unable to get the images of Khalid spanking her over his knee and then ravishing her out of her tired head.
"Look," the caravan master said. "Riders approaching, a great armed party. No doubt they are searching for escaped slaves."
"No doubt." Heather straightened up wearily in the saddle, determined to outwit Khalid and conceal her true identity as a runaway. The one thing she was sure of was that capture would bring a fate worse than death. Already she could imagine Khalid tying her up, spanking her bottom, making her howl for mercy until she had no pride or will to resist. And then would come the true test of her virtue ... ~ Patricia Grasso

I believe," Ash said coldly, "that the words you are looking for are, 'Yes, sir. ~ Sierra Simone

Don't get sucked in, Dave was always saying to me. Kind of like Helder's container idea: Notice everything, but don't buy into it. Hold it. ~ Heather Sellers

It doesn't matter who we are or where we've been, God sent His Son for us – that's the beauty of the Gospel. ~ Heather Hart

You can't imagine how much I want to plunge into infinity with you and stay there forever. ~ Ash Gabrieli

I, Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, swear upon my immortal soul to guard, to nurture, and to honor Terrasen from this day until my very last. ~ Sarah J. Maas

He has kind of a homicidal face. Or is that just syphilis making him insane? British monarchs do love their syphilis."
"A prerequisite of the job," he agreed. ~ Heather Cocks

Tenderness, mercy and love, we all need more of. ~ Heather Wolf

Are we about ready then?" I asked.
"Yup," Stan replied, making me grin. No one would ever know he wasn't one hundred percent human these days.
"Come on then Superman, let's fly."
"I don't fly, Molly." He said looking at me seriously. I cracked up laughing. Okay, so maybe not one hundred percent... ~ Heather Mar-Gerrison

Women, men, children, old, young, straight, gay ... violence is not picky when it comes to its victims. And it's distressing, thinking of these other people, faceless yet dear to me. We are part of a group no sane person wants to join, and yet we are members anyway. We come from every walk of life, of every race and religion. There is no way to exit the group once we've joined; all we can do is try not to let it define us. ~ Heather Lyons

Early Summer, loveliest season,
The world is being colored in.
While daylight lasts on the horizon,
Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing.

The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos.
"Welcome, summer" is what he says.
Winter's unimaginable.
The wood's a wickerwork of boughs.

Summer means the river's shallow,
Thirsty horses nose the pools.
Long heather spreads out on bog pillows.
White bog cotton droops in bloom.

Swallows swerve and flicker up.
Music starts behind the mountain.
There's moss and a lush growth underfoot.
Spongy marshland glugs and stutters.

Bog banks shine like ravens' wings.
The cuckoo keeps on calling welcome.
The speckled fish jumps; and the strong
Swift warrior is up and running.

A little, jumpy, chirpy fellow
Hits the highest note there is;
The lark sings out his clear tidings.
Summer, shimmer, perfect days. ~ Marie Heaney

There's a lot of hand-wringing going on about the death of journalism and particularly the death of investigative journalism. What I see is that there is more need than ever to have experienced information processors - people who can look through this mass of data. ~ Heather Brooke

Behind her, she heard Lyre's exasperated mutter.
"We incubi might claim to understand them," he grumbled to Ash, "but no male can actually comprehend how a woman's mind works."
"It's safer not to even try. ~ Annette Marie

Ash didn't say anything, but I heard his faint sigh, as if he'd been holding his breath, and he drew me close, wrapping his around me. I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes, shoving thoughts of Puck and my dad and the false king to the back of my mind. I would deal with them tomorrow. Right now, I just wanted to sleep, to sink into oblivion and forget everything for a little while. Ash was still quiet, thoughtful. His glamour aura glimmered once, then flickered out of sight again. But all I had to do was listen to his heart, thudding in his chest, to know what he was feeling. ~ Julie Kagawa

The History of Social Anxiety

The fact that some people are shyer than others has been observed since ancient times. However, the medical community didn't become interested in this condition until the 1970s, when Philip Zimbardo founded the Stanford Shyness Clinic.
At the time, many professionals believed that shyness was a natural state that children eventually outgrew. Zimbardo showed that shyness actually is a widespread psychological problem that has deep and lasting effects on those who suffer from it.
This new awareness led to a great deal of research into the causes and treatment of social anxiety. Today, the condition is in the spotlight. Ads in magazines and commercials on television tell about social anxiety and advertise medications to treat it. People are becoming more open about discussing when they feel anxious and feel less ashamed about asking for help. The time has never been better for you to try to overcome your social anxiety. ~ Heather Moehn

As a profoundly deaf woman, my experiences have shown me that the impossible is indeed possible! ~ Heather Whitestone

Ash went in, casting a look that was half amused and half dubious back at her. His stride toward his desk was checked when he walked into the line of Jared's glare.

Ash gave him a chilly glance, then continued to his own desk.

Jared turned his attention to Kami. Do you want to go out with him?

We agreed to try to stay out of stuff like that when we were fourteen years old. You remember when we were fourteen! ~ Sarah Rees Brennan

But it's not even anything," Heather said, glancing miserably at the door. "It's just a chance." "The chance to be happy." "Or the chance to be heartbroken, like you?" "The chance to be alive. To be ... Heather, forget everything I said before. It's worth it. Do you think I wouldn't risk everything to bring Neal to that door right now? That's how it works. You keep risking everything. And you keep hoping you can keep him from walking away. ~ Rainbow Rowell

He found a grommet on one belt half-wrenched from its place and twisted it, grimacing, trying to force the iron ring back into the leather. He supposed the Suebi tribes were a bit like that - hard to force, tough to bend, and once driven in they were difficult to move. But the Romans had a talent for metallurgy, and Germania was one of its most productive forges. ~ Heather Domin

DO take the initiative and introduce yourself to the people you don't know. DO say your first and last names: "Hello, I'm Heather Wells." This saves the other person from asking, "What's your last name?" DO be inclusive and greet the people you know, even if you saw them just hours earlier. ~ Dorothea Johnson

It's not like that," Georgie said. "You'll see. It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one – and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right."
"No one else describes love that way." Heather frowned. "Maybe you're doing it wrong."
"Obviously I'm doing it wrong," Georgie said. "But I still think love feels that way for most people."
"So you think most people bet everything, their whole lives, on hope. Just hoping that what they're feeling is real."
"Real isn't relevant," Georgie said, turning completely to face Heather. "It's like... you're tossing a ball between you, and you're just hoping you can keep it in the air. And it has nothing to do with whether you love each other or not. If you didn't love each other, you wouldn't be playing this stupid game with the ball. You love each other – and you just hope you can keep the ball in play. ~ Rainbow Rowell

On the contrary, that someone as weak and ~ Heather King

And far away, across the snow-covered mountains, on a barren plain before the ruins of a once-great city, a flower began to bloom ~ Sarah J. Maas

Oh, come on, Ash, that smells like a unicorn fart. ~ Cara Lynn Shultz

No country in Europe has a larger proportion of men and women of immigrant descent, mainly from the African continent and mainly Muslim: an estimated six to seven million of them, or more than 10% of the population. ~ Timothy Garton Ash