Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre is an American author of speculative fiction. She writes urban fantasy, romantic science fiction, apocalyptic paranormal romance, paranormal romantic suspense, and post-apocalyptic dystopian young-adult fiction...
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honesty kissing wish
Then in the interest of full honesty, I really wish you'd kiss me right now.
hero sacrifice winning
This is the way we win over our enemies, not with bigger weapons, or faster ships, but with human courage, ingenuity, and sacrifice. Don't lose hope. We've faced the darkness before-it has nothing new to teach us. As we go about our lives, let us remember the example Dr. Navarro set for us. At the right time, anyone can be a hero.
long people promise
People stay together and stay true only as long as they both want to. And all the promises in the world don’t change the length of time. Nothing comes with a guarantee.
broken take-me-as-i-am take-me
He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.
missing-someone missing beside-you
How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?
hero fighting thinking
We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it’s easier to fight than it is to heal.
sight may doe
While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.
emotion possessiveness
Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.
wall two forgiving
I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.
heart body way
There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.
heart loss should
My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.
bigger-and-better chains bigger
We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.
hero sacrifice self
Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.
looks tomorrow just-love-me
Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.