Dianna Hardy

He thought he__ lived through everything. Only now did he realise he__ merely existed.

...today, I__ writing about the extraordinary; those __oments_ in life that reach us, and change us. Those moments take place all the time, really _ it__ just that we__e taught not to notice. We__e taught that whims are for the foolish; that instinct and passion are more akin to fairy tales than reality; that they won__ get us very far, and everyone would laugh at us if they knew what we really held close to our hearts.It__ a lie we allow ourselves, and it__ understandable.But it__ simply not true.

None of us are ordinary _ we just settle into ordinary lives.

Real choices _ the ones that changed you and shaped you _ were never made with the head, but on the beat of a heart that saw a future it couldn't live without.

Elena glanced up at him, taking in his words. __f you get rid of your fear? You know, I never look at you as someone who__ afraid.___hat__ because every time you look at me, I__ looking right back, and the only time I__ not afraid, is when I see you. And I do see you, Elena. I see everything you__e been through, from so young _ how you struggled through it; how you never let it destroy your hope and faith _ and I__ afraid of nothing."(Karl and Elena)

One of the greatest lies ever told is that there__ no power in vulnerability.

One thing I__e learnt about humans: you can__ judge their strength by the size of their actions, but by the devotion of an act, no matter how small.

The question is never 'who am I?' It's 'who do I want to be?

...we're not eighteen anymore. We've lived. We've created things that last _ things of joy, and things of burden.

Til death do us part....The words wrap around my mind like soft, silk binds, and I cherish the imagery. Eternity can only be with this man _ there will never be another who knows me so well.

The thought of talking about it made Pueblo's gut ache, but then he thought of everything that Amy had been through _ not that she'd told him her version yet. She had balls of steel, he thought with a smile. And what did he have? Three pairs of loin cloths going crisp on the radiator.

Do you remember what we just did? Please tell me you remember what we just did."She briefly toyed with the idea of lying and saying no, just to see the look on his face, but she'd had enough of having her brain played with _ it wouldn't be too sporting to do the same to him. "Yes, I remember, and don't you think for one minute that just because you had me on my back screaming I was 'yours'," she waved four fingers in quotation marks in front of his face, "that it gives you any kind of ownership over me, because it doesn't."He looked annoyed, then relieved, then he laughed. "Yeah, whatever, baby.

It took Pueblo a few seconds to take in his surroundings. The first thing he realised was that he felt bruised all over; the second was that his clothes were waterlogged, even more than before, from the quicksand; and the third, was that he had landed on his front and was lying on a large, uncomfortable stone.No, wait_ In his disoriented state, he shifted his weight. The stone didn't move. He was lying on his own fucking erection.

Maybe I should be still; accept my fate. But I have tasted freedom, known love _ I have had choice and learnt what it is to have a human heart, not just a compliant one.

The hugest changes were the ones that could not be seen _ that__ where the real apocalypse lay: in people__ hearts, their souls, their beings.

...it only takes one voice, at the right pitch, to start an avalanche.

She smiled into his mouth. __hat was _ wow.___t's always wow. You're wow. I'll never get enough of you, Lydia. Not after ten years in dreams; not after forever in real life.

Love finds you, not the other way around, and you can__ run from it.