Quotes About Grace

His name flew from her lips as if on the wings of a swan.

Kit held his breath as Lucifer came to him, tilted his chin up with a wing-tip touch, wordlessly eased open his tight folded arms with a brush of gentle feathers.

For all the air of comfort and grace she projected, however, Lesa noticed the white leather of her holster slung over her waist and buckled down to her thigh. Elena had a past as a duelist, too, and as a politician. And she wasn't about to let Claude Singapore forget it, even if Claude's position as prime minister was enough rank to let her enter another woman's household without surrendering her honor.

Jane pivoted in her desinger shoes and pressed one side of the double doors open with her fingertips; solid oak swung away from her touch, hung so perfectly it moved like rice paper.

The swags and garlands of dead, cut flowers were another alien grace note, a funeral touch.

Some things he had never managed to become jaded to, and the tenuous beauty of the world was one of those.

Even Matthew, whose taste did not run that way at all, could see that he was beautiful, his black hair slicked back, his suit impeccably tailored and his claret tie fastened with a silver stickpin, a fleur-de-lis that matched the discreet medallions on his cordovon loafers.

She tossed her hair behind her shoulder. Not a coquette's gesture, but a queen's.

Startle not. Startle not, my beauty.

He steps forward, tossing his forelock about the root of his horn, and his beauty does not strangle me.

Somehow she managed to enter the corridor, third in line, but dripping all the dignity she could master, and perversely glad she'd smoothed her hair.

Two years of finishing school not entirely wasted. I can manage an imperious exit.

I've got to give Wainwright credit. She doesn't say I told you so. She doesn't even think it real loud, although the vertical line over her shapely little nose advertises restrained wrath. The funny thing is, I don't think she's angry with me.

He coded like some people danced, glitter-eyed concentration and confident grace and never a hesitation.

Muire thought he might be a little too aware of his own quirky androgynous beauty. But he was nevertheless polite, and at last his teeth were cooked.

Pinion folded around her, cushioned her fall, so the impacts of shattering branches that would have also shattered her bones only knocked the wind out of her.

Vincent stood, all lithe grace, and let his hand rest warmly on Michelangelo's shoulder.

Slowly, slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder, the fall of her hair kissing the high bone of her cheek.

She was fashionably thin, the line of her jaw sharp as the detail on a porcelain horse, the tendons in her throat vanishing under the ivory silk collar of her suit.

When all else failed, her grandmother Mary would have said, good manners never deserted one.

I leave a lovely opalescent ribbon: I know this.

People wanted to be redeemed, she thought. Everyone did. We're only human.

The light was muted gray in the moment before sunrise and the birdsong was a hymn to the new day and all the glorious business of living in the moment.

Provisión Libre yo soy de duda y temor, desechando la miseria y toda la pobreza, sabiendo ahora que la buena Provisión proviene de los reinos celestiales del Señor. yo soy la mano de la Fortuna de Dios derramando sobre el mundo los tesoros de la luz, recibiendo ahora la Abundancia plena las necesidades de mi vida quedan satisfechas.