What did Lauren Kate mean by: I cannot love a soul so dark it eats up others’ light - Lauren Kate Author · USA Copy
+ Luce and Daniel fell in love for the first- and the last- time Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lauren Kate, 0 - Lauren Kate Author · USA
+ But you were only sixteen and not far off from the truth, as only sixteen-year-olds can be. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lauren Kate, 0 - Lauren Kate Author · USA
+ There is always some regret when we accept that love has moved away from us Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lauren Kate, Accepting, Moved, Regret, 0 - Lauren Kate Author · USA
+ Heartbreak is its own form of amnesia. Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 12, 2023, Lauren Kate, Form, 0 - Lauren Kate Author · USA
+ The good news is” he paused, carefully choosing his words, “I kissed you, and you’re still here. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lauren Kate, Good News, News, 0 - Lauren Kate Author · USA
+ Trust is a good way to get oneself killed Feraz Zeid, June 15, 2023December 12, 2023, Lauren Kate, Oneself, 0 - Lauren Kate Author · USA
+ One day, our love will conquer this dark circle. That’s worth everything to me Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lauren Kate, Circles, Dark, One Day, 0 - Lauren Kate Author · USA
+ Cam was so much clearer, easier to figure out. Like he was algebra and Daniel was calculus. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lauren Kate, Algebra, Easier, Figures, 0 - Lauren Kate Author · USA
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
