Rajae

“...he wondered if maybe just occasionally the gods designed a woman fit for a king or a prince and then gave her to an ordinary man. Maybe they did such a thing once in a while, knowing an ordinary man would treasure her more, love her better. Maybe they even let him keep her - for a while.”
― Ellen O'Connell, Eyes of Silver, Eyes of Gold

“She took a bad tumble. Those are some nasty bruises she's
carrying," the maid said with a sad shake of the head.
"Aye," Cullen agreed, his eyes traveling over lovely, milky white skin,
interrupted by several black bruises. "She looks like a cow."
Mildrede turned a horrified gaze on him at the comment, but he was
more concerned by the choked sound that came from his bride. He
really hadn't meant it as an insult, but it seemed the women were taking
it so.
"I just meant the coloring," Cullen muttered”
― Lynsay Sands, Devil of the Highlands

“I can't take not knowing what the next day will bring- the uncertainty is sawing me in two. The room is dark. A flickering candle burns on the window ledge a few feet away. I take a deep breath, which is to say, as deep a breath as I can take.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asks.

I wrap my arms around her. "I miss you," I say.

"You miss me? But I'm right here."

"That's the worst way to miss somebody. When they' re right beside you and you miss them anyway.”
― Pittacus Lore, I Am Number Four

“But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.”
― Calla Quinn, All the Time