Of All Things Sacred Quotes

“She looked up at him—and, for a moment, everything changed, as if in a twinkling of an eye. Now, here—wherever here was, whatever this moment meant, whichever timeline it appeared in no longer mattered—a church bell had gone off in some distant tower, having ushered in a new age.
“You,” he whispered, his eyes wide with excitement. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
“Me too,” she said, her voice weighed by the romantic.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Of All Things Sacred

“Blurred bodies moved in broad, paintbrush strokes in his peripheral vision—in and out, in and out—but in that whirlwind, she appeared vibrant, well-defined, permanently immovable, an Unmoved Mover. In her electrifying presence, God Himself became an apprentice, a secondary Being. He tried to speak, but in that rare moment, words refused to be excavated from the depths of his soul in time.
So, he stood by—aloof, ignored—saying nothing at all.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Of All Things Sacred

“There she was before him in all her Aboriginal glory. Brown eyes and skin so tan it was nearly black. Her smile—a wondrous thing. Her lips—he imagined that by the end of summer, they’d be kissing him on the way home from Gravity Park. To Iron, elevated as she was in his poetic imagination, she had become something else entirely, obscuring lines between fact and fiction, between science and religion. Nothing made sense—and yet everything did.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Of All Things Sacred

“She had matured over the years, growing into a gorgeous blonde with long legs, big blue eyes, and coal-black lashes that stood out against the backdrop of her Irish skin, having a darling face full of freckles. Her cheery disposition made her approachable—for not every girl had mastered the art of emotional disarmament. Lauren had. Miraculously, she was both popular—singled out, destined for success—and down-to-earth, a girl less concerned with her looks and more with the head she carried on her slender shoulders.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Of All Things Sacred

“Maybe that’s what makes a marriage last, he thinks. Memories made of electricity and rock music and hot sand between the toes and dance parties and beach days and moments that cannot be stuffed into words.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Of All Things Sacred