Look into my eyes and deny me.
– Poppet
Related Quotes:
- Classic fairy tales do not deny the existence of heartache and sorrow, but they do deny universal defeat. – Greenhaven
- We deny the same love to others that we deny ourselves. We distort others in the same way we distort ourselves. – Vironika Tugaleva
- I deny morality as I deny alchemy. – Friedrich Nietzsche
- If we deny ourselves the unique human faculty of learning from others’ mistakes, we deny oneself the chance to be a human. – Sandeep Sahajpal
- I believe in Jesus Christ. He said deny me in front of your friends & I will deny you in front of my father. – Werley Nortreus
- Eyes sparkling with blue open and stare a scalded soul at me. – Poppet
- Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine – Poppet
- She looks at me with wide eyes, delight and joy evident, sitting forward, -œThey are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream? – Poppet
- Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing. – Poppet
- Where are the eyes of my childhood, those fearful eyes she had thirty years ago, the eyes that made me? – Annie Ernaux
- Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face. – Herta Mller
- Kissing her again, softly, I leave my t-shirt next to her pillow.It’s the silent promise that I’ll come back again tonight. – Poppet
- Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint. – Poppet
- Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don’t need a safety net Zena. We have each other. – Poppet
- He’s going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness. – Poppet
- Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me. – Poppet
- Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied. – Poppet
- I loathe being crimped into this deplorable position on the vampyre chessboard. – Poppet
- she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels – Poppet
- Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom – Poppet
- You can only push me so far little slakax, and then I will do what has to be done, with or without your permission. – Poppet
- Facing him as I lower the glass from my lips, he’s giving me one of those intense moonlit stares. – Poppet
- Like opium, nerve annihilation stretches up my veins to pump incinerating anguish through my body. – Poppet
- The closer she hip sways to me, the taller and tenser I stand, until I’m so rigid my muscles ache. – Poppet
- I’m in a bastard mood, so wait for her to come to me without moving. Here kitty kitty, come to the lion’s den. – Poppet
- she’s so caught up she’s unaware she’s no longer the prisoner here, I am – Poppet
- In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality. – Poppet
- I do so love the art of severing boundaries – Poppet
- Do not feed fear. Starve it. – Poppet
- His touch cable knits my veins, remaking and remolding who I am. – Poppet
- You failed her when you turned your back on what you are. – Poppet
- Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn’t fly down here in the trenches. – Poppet
- For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why! – Poppet
- Who knows what real really is… – Poppet
- Your lack of questioning and curiosity has been the bane of my existence. – Poppet
- Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running. – Poppet
- Every man needs a shadow to reveal his light, to always be that close, ever present, bonded forever in astral allegiance. – Poppet
- Free your mind, Jowendrhan. A cage is only a cage as long as you believe it is. – Poppet
- Kin is a shortened term for kinetic. Kinetic means to move. All that moves is your kin – Poppet
- But this is your home”Not any longer, my poppet. Women make nests but men make bequests and scatter them. Heigh-ho! – Joan Aiken