She raised her head and stared at the birds with him, caught in a web of awe and loneliness.

Par Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

Par Khalil Gibran

I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.

Par Ranata Suzuki

Andrea raised her hand. “This is the hand that slapped Aunt B.

Par Ilona Andrews

Good morning, sunshine,” he said, his smile quickly disappearing in the face of her murderous glance when she raised her face to look at him.

Par Alanea Alder