Escríbeme, Emmi. Escribir es como besar, pero sin labios. Escribir es besar con la mente.

I know you think I’m crazy. Maybe that’s because I am. About life, about this moment, about you.

It’s not about saying your sorry, or expecting me to forgive you. It’s about showing love and respect to the people in your life each day you get to breathe. It’s about taking responsibility for...

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom…I wouldn’t wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

When your tears become invisible, disappear

I love to hear the story of how stars sacrifice their life to receive only one memorable kiss from the Earth.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing....

Her skin hummed with anticipation of Jaxon’s touch. She squeezed her thighs as her womb clenched. This could all go brilliantly or it could all go to hell.

Do you know what pains me the mostabout you? Do you?Having all of thatbottled up insideof your soulall of those dark secretsthat you will notlet escape your heart.Love is the only thing that will heal...

Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.

How many rooms are there in the chambers of your heart? How many rooms full of memories can you describe like the one I’m going to tell you about. You know how you left him...

Aunque la mayoría de los mortales prefieran otros instantes más ‘mainstream’, pienso que nunca es un mal momento para enamorarse, ni mucho menos para sumar complicidades erótico-existenciales a una situación de tan barroca complejidad como...

Maybe that’s how it starts. You stumble upon something that helps you cope, fills a void. Makes you feel something different than what you currently feel. You know in the long run it probably won’t...

Be careful who you allow into your bed, and more importantly your heart.

Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. “Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?””Just the usual.” She answers. “Shattered dreams.

I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories’ grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.

Let’s go home. Let’s go home, and you can tell me whatever you want, and I’ll believe you.

Lilith came to Longinus in the night, as she often did, and the darkness of the cave was filled with the lustful sounds of their passionate couplings. Afterwards, as he lay back with his eyes...

You can only trust your emotions as you can lie to yourself with your brain but not your heart.

A good woman comes in all shapes and colors.When you find her, adore her.

Dorina stava con gli occhi chiusi quando sentì scendere le mani di lui verso i seni…alzò le braccia e gli prese la nuca…tirò l’aria. Livio le affondò la bocca tra il collo e la spalla....

I’m not sure what it was or where she sprayed it, but her scent will be the end of the life I loved. And I will find comfort in the simpleness of sitting with her...

Dearest Cecilia, You’d be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don’t think I can...

Kyllä, sinä olet luonani, kietoutuneena kudoksiini kuin mirha, nardus, manna ja mihin kallisarvoisiin, mystisiin voiteisiin ja kielen pyhittäviin makuihin sinua vertaisinkaan, ja sinä olet myös se, jonka epätoivon hetkinä puen kantamaan sitä raskasta takkia, jonka...

Feel The Love in Friendship

That’s number one on my list of unenlightened organs. It believes anything it hears. It’s screwed up in some way.

Love is a condition. There are many circumstances in life that can affect this condition. So it falls on you and I to insulate love from the things that would cause it harm. We, the...

If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him; and it will then be but poor consolation to believe the world...

I love petting trees. Especially if they are fir trees. Single lovers should be good with their hands. I admire Bigfoot.

Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts.

Good lovers are not good fuckers; because they cannot bear hurting their beloved.

She loved the fact he was older than her and more experienced, he had so much to teach her and she couldn’t wait to learn.

Love is an act.Love is patient and kind.Love is goodwill and long suffering.Love never gives up.Love never loses faith and hope.Love endures every circumstances.

…because love is continual interrogation. I don’t know of a better definition of love.

It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.

As our kissing progresses, I don’t care that our tryst seems raunchy and wrong. I don’t care that I’m at school, in the boy’s bathroom. I don’t care that to most people this would seem...

The fear of love can be replaced by the love of fear

I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you’re completely spinning out of control, but you’re finding yourself — here, tonight… even in this darkness.

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos

Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she’s actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn’t move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of...

Lorsque j’ouvrais les yeux dans l’obscurité et que je te sentais contre mon flanc, je m’étonnais qu’il n’y eût pas d’étoiles au-dessus de moi, tant le ciel semblait présent.

Paint me by numbers and colour me in watercolour half tones.

While learning others, respect demands that one never takes issue with another’s freedom to choose their ‘get down’ – their way of living… and don’t be mad. But carefully listen, observe, and compare mental notes...

Relationships are never complicated. You’re either together or you’re not. If someone says it’s complicated, it really just means someone’s killing time until something better comes along.

He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was...

I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved...

Love is an illness which doesn’t have good nor recompense.