Quotes by Dianna Hardy

A bond between souls is ancient - older than the planet.

You ever had a hickey? I want to give you a hickey.Karl, were not fourteen!Dont bloody care. I was in love with you when I was fourteen -- your neck owes me a hickey.(Karl & Elena)

At the sound of my name, those two worlds on either side of me collide, and my lips meet his. Time ceases to exist, and so, apparently does any logic that my mind is hanging on to. Logic would say that this is insane; every other fibre of my being says its right.

He took the pen and book from her and faltered.“Just write anything – anything trivial that wont matter if it comes to pass.”“Erm...” God, he was useless at this.Elenas hair turned blue.“Hey!”“What?”“I dont want blue hair! What the hell did you write that for?”“It seemed trivial.”“Blue hair – blue? Thats trivial? What if I cant undo it?”Karl stared at her blankly. His throat went dry. He felt like a total dickhead, but writing really wasnt his strong point, so he went for humour instead and flashed her a grin.“I was going to write that all your clothes fall off, but figured you may have a problem with that. This was the second thing that came to mind.”(Karl and Elena)

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.

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 shed had enough of having her brain played with – it wouldnt be too sporting to do the same to him. Yes, I remember, and dont 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 doesnt.He looked annoyed, then relieved, then he laughed. Yeah, whatever, baby.

The thought of talking about it made Pueblos gut ache, but then he thought of everything that Amy had been through – not that shed 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.

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 didnt move. He was lying on his own fucking erection.

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.

...were not eighteen anymore. Weve lived. Weve created things that last – things of joy, and things of burden.

The question is never who am I? Its who do I want to be?

One of the greatest lies ever told is that there’s no power in vulnerability.

One thing I’ve learnt about humans: you can’t judge their strength by the size of their actions, but by the devotion of an act, no matter how small.

Elena glanced up at him, taking in his words. “If you get rid of your fear? You know, I never look at you as someone who’s afraid.”“That’s because every time you look at me, I’m looking right back, and the only time I’m not afraid, is when I see you. And I do see you, Elena. I see everything you’ve been through, from so young – how you struggled through it; how you never let it destroy your hope and faith – and I’m afraid of nothing.(Karl and Elena)

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 couldnt live without.

...today, I’m writing about the extraordinary; those ‘moments’ in life that reach us, and change us. Those moments take place all the time, really – it’s just that we’re taught not to notice. We’re taught that whims are for the foolish; that instinct and passion are more akin to fairy tales than reality; that they won’t get us very far, and everyone would laugh at us if they knew what we really held close to our hearts.It’s a lie we allow ourselves, and it’s understandable.But it’s simply not true.

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

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

Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other … I was looking for you.

We must be careful with our words – we’re like superheroes and words are like our super powers. Super powers should always be used to help others…