What did Maya Banks mean by: This is hard… Never said it would be easy. Nothing good ever is.’ — Josie & Ash - Maya Banks Author · USA Copy
+ Seeing you happy is the best gift I could ever ask for. Feraz Zeid, June 5, 2023December 12, 2023, Maya Banks, Gift, 0 - Maya Banks Author · USA
+ Love made her patient. It made her hopeful. Feraz Zeid, August 9, 2023December 12, 2023, Maya Banks, Hopeful, Patience, 0 - Maya Banks Author · USA
+ Life was sweet. Even when it was bad, there was always the hope of better…the future. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maya Banks, Sweet, 0 - Maya Banks Author · USA
+ Girlfriends’ code. What’s discussed with girlfriends stays with girlfriends. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maya Banks, Code, Girlfriend, 0 - Maya Banks Author · USA
+ When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them? Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maya Banks, 0 - Maya Banks Author · USA
+ And you look beautiful without it, but I want you to feel just as beautiful as I see you. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maya Banks, Beautiful, 0 - Maya Banks Author · USA
+ And maybe that’s was her biggest crime of all. Making him fall in love with her. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maya Banks, Crime, Falling In Love, 0 - Maya Banks Author · USA
+ Sometimes forgiveness is the hardest thing to give, but the most cherished thing to receive. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maya Banks, Hardest, 0 - Maya Banks Author · USA
Stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one in the world can interfere with it. - Frank McCourt Teacher · Ireland
Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes. Explain - Friedrich Nietzsche Philosopher · Germany
The dog that licks ashes, trust not with meale. [The dog that licks ashes trust not with meal.] - George Herbert Pastor · England
No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner. - Walter Savage Landor Poet · England
What’s memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink? - William Butler Yeats Poet · Ireland
