A Spartan's Tale
The poets say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and staring into my love's eyes, i can see that hers is too filled with sorrow to allow for smiles. quickly i step off the distance between us and take her into my arms.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book V Chapter 19
Funny to see you forgetting a word when not so long ago you described me with words of an inspiring poet" "a lever is a stupid, dull object.
Epilog -- Famous Last Words
Heartsinger performed the ceremony as an ordained minister, with quotes from poets and philosophers extoling the joys of the union.
Annabel Lee
I was researching the lake district poets for a graduate thesis. she was preparing for her advanced nursing certifications. we were at the student union. she was in a quiet corner, trying very hard to look like she wasn't crying. i asked her why."
What I Know
Benji's a poet, and he writes me these love poems, but when i ask him what it feels like for him, or ... when i try to understand how his mind works? he gets all shy. like how rodents do.
Sing In Me, Holy One, and Through Me
But she knew what it meant the way a poet or a storyteller knows what their tale means before they begin the struggle to put it into words, and after the best they can do has failed to fully express it.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book II Chapter 6
Cynder smiled and looked at her purple friend with happy eyes " you ever thought about becoming a poet?"
Children of the Night
"only the question our greatest poets have struggled with since the days of yilbegän themselves!" nykkiri added. azymith took a deep breath in, gazing down at irshi. "it's more than just sharing emotions or physical feelings with your partner...
Relative Beginnings
Had i the words of a poet, i still couldn't describe the full magnificence of seeing his wings unfurled like that.
The Stag and the Ocean
It's because, no matter what you say about not being enough of a poet to be concise in your words, you still only tell what the story truly needs.
Twisted Night: chapter 18
"how about casting magic like a poet?" "or a musician!" cordenth called back. "you could enchant others with all the gravitas of an alley cat!" lyyreth pouted as she and his brother's good hearted laughter filled the air. "struck a chord?"
A Matter of Perspective
Many-coloured spice patterned the room, like a poet's mind had exploded. and there, following a cosmic rule known only to the gods of comedy, sat beardy's erstwhile curry, unharmed. tongue snaking over his muzzle, renard settled down for a lunchbreak.