When your tears become invisible, disappear

Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.

We have scholars galore, and kings and emperors, and statesmen and military leaders, and artists in profusion, and inventors, discoverers, explorers – but where are the great lovers? After a moment’s reflection one is back to Abelard and Heloise, or Anthony and Cleopatra, or the story of the Taj Mahal. So much of it is...

I must tell you what you will not ask, though I may wish it unsaid the next moment

I steal cracker packets. I hoard them. Once my collection is large enough, I’ll take them to the flea market and try to sell them to discerning lovers.

You see,” she concluded miserably, “when I can call like that to him across space–I belong to him. He doesn’t love me–he never will–but I belong to him.

Love life, live your best life.

Like most cities, London could be a lonely place…

She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.

She would make a man of me. She puts strength and courage into me as no one else can. She is unlike any girl I ever saw; there’s no sentimentality about her; she is wise, and kind, and sweet. She says what she means, looks you straight in the eye, and is as true as...

Best (male-female) friends hardly differ from lovers, but not too many lovers are best friends.It’s just ironical that you are in love and want to spend the rest of your life with someone who is not good enough to be your best friend.

Someone who loves you, will act as sibling rather than a lover.

The ink of a pen is simply the blood of a heart

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

Love falls in love with love; comes like an echo sounding back, searches its mirrored shadow within a look.

If there were only some way of contriving that a state or an army should be made up of lovers and their loves, they would be the very best governors of their own city, abstaining from all dishonour, and emulating one another in honour; and when fighting at each other’s side, although a mere handful,...

Trevor cupped his hands around it, felt Zach’s heartbeat throbbing between his palms. The skin of the shaft was textured, slightly rippled beneath the surface. The head was as smooth as satin, as rose petals. Trevor rubbed his thumb across it, squeezed gently, heard Zack suck air in through his teeth and moan as he...

Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.

Ja vill inte vara ditt barn. (Bengt)- Vad vill du vara då? (Gun)- Din älskare. (Bengt)

Don’t you know romance is mind’s way of getting rid of it’s own duality?

Once we’ve savored the goodness of a hundred years until the final drop, only the fleeting memories of intoxication is left behind. Between you and me is it too much to ask for a bottle to begin with?

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

You’re reading one of those books in which the author is in love with the reader. My life.

So if you choose me, then you have declared me more special to you than anyone else, because only one man can have that honor.

But at that moment she had known, with a certainty she would never feel about anything else in her life, that it was right, that she wanted this man in her life. Something inside her said, He understands. What it’s like to be different.

The last word of love is … goodbye.

I don’t want to break my memories with you.

Oh, how I wish I was a woman—his woman.

Und du?Kommst du manchmal an diesen Ort Und trauerst dem Kuss nach, den wir unsnicht gegeben haben?

Jenny,” he whispered. “My Jenny.

We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI’ll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

I imagined/felt their palms sweating, their sweat mingling, mutually fertilized, and dripping to the ground, where it gave birth to a scolopendra, the forked ends of its tail bedecked with the sparkle of drying tears. Their sweat would mingle again at night; the sweat from their bellies would run down into their loins, fill their...

She felt a feathery touch on her back and turn to see the man of her pleasures standing with her in the shower. Lost in her own thoughts, he’d managed to sneak in unheard. She looked at him now. His naked body glistened as the water rolled down his broad chest, over the firm and...

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

Nunca habíamos estado tan cerca y al mismo tiempo tan lejos.

In the hours waking,when we’re still all still,and you can hear the floorboards creaking,and you can feel the shades blow in,the night we slept with,we’ll never kiss like that again.Our lips, will sever, our memories, will dissipate,and our shadows will be swallowed by the sky.

I just cut my beard. I used a tractor, because farmers make the best lovers. But why sell produce when you could sell reproduce?

Will you wear my ring so all the world knows yer mine?”Beck wasn’t asking for her hand in marriage, but it was so close he might as well be. Riley was deeply touched and she struggled to find the right words.”Yes,” she began. “I’d be proud to.

Jeannot la bêtise des amoureux est immense, végétale, animale, astrale. Que faire? Comment te faire comprendre que je n’existe plus en dehors de toi.

We were friends, never paramours. A lover who is enigmatic will most likely prove to be a cataclysm waiting to happen. But a charming friend whose usual warmth is raveled through moments of cool inscrutability can be an intriguing companion.

The best way to get OVER one is to get UNDER one

To love and be loved is a wonderful feeling.

…and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I… I hurt no more, while you…you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it’s you I speak of.

I wouldn’t have anything if I left, either,” he murmured.

Lovers are not snails; they don’t have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.

He firmly pulled her body against his and he brushed her lips with his. Staring into her eyes, he lightly slid his tongue across her bottom lip. She drew a deep, staggered breath in response to the wave of heat she felt flushing through her. Derrick smiled at her. Then, he softly kissed her. He...

To stop the bleeding i pushed back the blood that was bleeding out of the hole in my heart. It kept overflowing when i missed you and im dying, not literally, but my heart is.

I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart…. just in case anyone up there is listening.