Amidala Quotes Novels & Stories

-----~[AMELIA]~----- "Yeah." Amanda replies sarcastically in a way that makes me want to giggle with excessive nervousness. "something you would have heard if you haven't gotten yourself lost in whatever blissful sweet trance you got yourself trapped into. " She says and I can't help but smile a little.

“Together?” “Yes,” Isadora replied. “When you are ready.” Amelia smiled. “A simple morning,” she said. “I forgot those existed.” Isadora looked at the light creeping higher on the wall. “Simple mornings are powerful,” she said. “They remind us what we are fighting for.” Amelia leaned her head lightly against Isadora’s shoulder. “Thank you for not letting the night swallow me,” she said. Isadora closed her eyes briefly. “Thank you for surviving it,” she replied.

Darko teased. Amanda waved her palm over her face. "Forget it! Continue to the next question. Who is the woman close to you that you can not forget until this second?" "Amanda Altakendra!" Darko replied loudly and very quickly. "Don't be kidding, you bastard!" annoyed that beautiful architect.

Old Nelson deserves to be punished. Ignoring Nelson's words, Amada raised her head and replied: "If hitting me can make you think properly, then just hit me. I am willing to volunteer to let you hit until you come to your senses. And if you finish fighting, you will be happy but still stubborn. that I'm right, it's a pity." Amada let out a scornful smile: "Even if you beat me to death, it won't change anything. Except for belated regrets. In the following years, you will live in torment and torment. You will be beaten by me. haunted forever."

Alma smiled—a highly reassuring smile that was effective enough to thaw the dense, lethal air surrounding Aiden: "Let it go, dear. It’s just a trivial matter; we shouldn’t trouble our minds over petty people." Hearing those words like a decree of clemency, Conal immediately seized the opportunity. Forcing a distorted smile, he hurried to chime in with a sycophantic tone:

“Tomorrow, you will be alone again, and the next day – hoping for a better change.” Amandla’s breath miffed on the ground as she pushed herself to stand up. She breathed faster, then a bead of sweat showed on the sides of her forehead and neck. To calm herself down, she has to keep in mind some words that her deceased father trained her to do: Butterflies Sunflower Grass Stones She lay her back on a small table leg to gaze for a minute at the point where she fell and hit the ground. A small rock got stuck on the floor because of the tiny holes.

"Do I need to repeat myself, Half-Elf?! We need your help!" "Rude," Alameida sneered. "Are you asking for help, or is that a demand?" The tiny creature with glittering wings was flabbergasted by Alameida's retort. She dipped her little eyebrows and retorted back, "But we need it fast!" "Don't you see that we are also in the middle of something right now, little one?" Alameida calmly said. "Even if we can do something for you, don't you think you must ask us properly?"

At least my aim is still perfect, a small consolation for what's left of my dignity. "See? That's what it's about, Miranda," he says as he rubs his reddened forehead. "You're one of the brightest agents I know, but you can't control your impulses." He sighs and picks up my agenda from the floor, bringing it back to the table. "Better luck next time, little pretender" With that, Adam turns around and leaves. I hate to admit it, but even Adam is right. Maybe yoga isn't such a bad idea after all.

“You’re all amazing! You could be doing anything you want in the entire galaxy, instead you’re messing around with overgrown toads!” “That’s exactly what we’re doing though,” said Amal. “Anything we want.” “And it’s called a wooded fen,” Eva yelled.

Turns out he had a reason to be worried, huh? I ignore the all-knowing look she continues to pass in my direction. "I just feel so dumb." "You know what they say. Pride comes before the fall," Amanda, our resident bookworm quotes from somewhere.