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,...

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...

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...

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....

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...

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.

Wolves and Doves mate for life. I hope in the next life I am one of the two.

Echarle la culpa a los demás en lugar de a uno mismo, eso está al alcance de cualquiera, ,sabes?

There is no cosmetic to gain a beauty like yours.

The blinking of eyes is an involuntary reflex action, provided they eyes are not watching your beauty.

I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed—not sex—but sex was how we got there.

She didn’t belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always...

The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw,...

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

She wanted to write to him. Tell him she was glad he was back, that he was alive, that he was home and safe. But words to him no longer fit right in her her...

His fingers have been slowly lacing through my hair.

It’s hard to say which I like more, the perfectly happy days or the hours right after we’ve ended a good fight.

Just at that moment, Lucilla happened to cross the lawn at a distance. At sight of her, I could not, as I pointed to her, forbear exclaiming in the words of Sir John’s favorite poet,There...

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,...

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...

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...

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 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.

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for...

All I ever wanted, nira I expected: Nonette, upon whom my life pivots.The name I give my fire when I lay down, defenseless before its majestic awfulness.A little no, a little negation. A French girly...

las petites morts”: because the things that bring us passion tend to slip past our defenses, to creep insidiously into every facet of our consciousnesses and kill us as ruthlessly, and efficiently, as any drug.