Adored Quotes

“Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored – but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain faceless.
Anonymous.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“Insane love.
Loving insanity.
Insanity and love...”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“Simon still feels high, remembering how it felt to dance with those beautiful, sculpted men, how it felt to be adored. For a moment, in the dressing room, he had friends. He wasn’t thinking about home, about his mother, or what his father would think of the crowd.”
― Chloe Benjamin, The Immortalists

“Contrary to popular belief, our deepest hunger is not for love. Our real hunger is for sensuality. We yearn to be seen in captivating ways than we’ve ever been seen, touched in deeper ways than we’ve ever been touched, and adored in ways we’ve never experienced before. Love doesn’t quite meet those needs. This is why sensuality makes so much sense now, if you truly understand what it’s purpose is really about”
― Lebo Grand

“What mother Teresa did for the poor, you did for me alone”
― Daniel Derrick Mwesigye, Letters: to a love like ours

“There will be times when your strength isn’t enough, when you struggle, and relapse, and feel like a total failure. If you base your identity on Him, your performance doesn’t have to define who you are anymore. You will know that you are fully adored, and wholly accepted in both good times and bad.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“I smooth my hands over the punch-stained ruffles, taking a deep breath. Persephone is still Persephone even in the winter, I remind myself. And I am still Lila even though my dress is stained. Even though I fell onstage. Even though I was banished because of it. I am still Lila.
And as Lila, I descend.
The crowd erupts in a roar. They holler and cheer and throw just as many flowers as they did for Roisin. Roses, marigolds, and violets hit the glossy marble steps like confetti. Their applause floods me, turning me full, just like it did when I took my final bows onstage after a show. I throw on my best smile, waving like the pageant queen I pretend to be. Roisin howls, screaming my name with the crowd. The praise goes to my head. It's like I'm the Queen of Hell, like Persephone herself. And, as I reach the final step, I re-emerge into spring.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea