I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d...

Be drunk in love and high on life.

You will not mock me—and you will let me finish. I have owned and lost a kingdom, and I have battled death. I have been through all that, and I will not chase after you...

If my time loving you has taught me anything, it’s that love grows with every returned smile, every second of communal silence and every word exchanged. Unconditional love is built and when it’s finished nothing...

Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.

love for 2015 it’s just a game who play every one smoothly and enjoy

Scorned and torn, former love mates aim and shoot childish devastating daggers that penetrate beyond target to pierce the heart of their offspring.

Walking together and exchanging kisses.Holding hands like we’re Mr. and Mrs.

Love is just love it can not be expressed in just 3 words

He laid his head on Reid’s shoulder and shut his eyes, buoyed toward sleep by the affectionate comb of fingers through his hair. He could stay just so, and be content for all his days.

And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy

Where will I find you now that my heart is yours?Where should I search? I don’t know where to look.You fill my heart with desire and love,The perfume of the lotus, the grace of a...

Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl’s time.

This love is hard core. Let’s make it soft porn.

Cristianno, mírame…-Prefirió besarme.-Ya lo hago,amor -repuso sin alejarse de mi boca-, solo que de otra forma.

my 6 foot goddessmakes me laughthe laughter of the mutilatedwho still needlove…she has saved mefrom everything that isnot here

They were from two different worlds. Two entirely different people. But upon their coming together, they created- they found- their own path and together they had their own world and in their own world, they...

There is no born lover, There is no born Don Juan, For we are all lovers.

Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for...

My darling lady, when it’s you … yes I am.” He opened the car door and as I was securely inside, I reached over to unlock his door on the spur of the moment. I...

I was thinking of Cambridge, and then I got a bit homesick for a minute, ’cause I never been this far away from home before. But the I remember you’re here, and now I’m not...

New streets should be Twitter friendly and be named with hashtags up front. I’d build a house on ‪#‎LoversLane‬.

As water is to a thirsty soul so is love to a broken heart

I’ll bring you back. This is your home. Whatever it takes, I’m here. Look at me. I’m here. I want to be with you. Don’t keep me away. Not now.

and whateveryou are, will excuse me.

I don’t deserve a girl like Hatsumi,” Nagasawa once said to me. I had to agree with him.

L’amour est quelque chose de trop abstrait et d’indiscernable. Il est dépendant de nous perçu et vécu par nous. Si nous n’existions pas, il n’existerait pas. Et nous sommes tellement changeants… Alors l’amour ne peut...

Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, conversation flags and all the time the heart is threatening to fly from the body once and for all. Lovers have...

The Temperature is RisingThe heartbeat quickens my breath is controlled,my senses are illuminated like a mother to her young. This feeling I have I’ve know it before, when the gates are opened I’ll remember the...

These were the things we would never notice were missing.

And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.

Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.

For a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink...

I didn’t bring you here because I was drunk, T. Yes, I was a bit out of it, but I was mostly intoxicated by the sight of you. No alcohol could do to me what...

I really believe that there is an invisible red thread tied between him and me, and that it has stretched and tangled for years — across oceans and lifetimes. I know that it won’t break...

Love Rocks The De La Cruz’s World

In the sea of my emotions, his presence is like a pearl in the oyster. Very hard to locate, yet very precious and still beautiful.

He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark.

Prove that you love me through a lingering gaze and never losing that twinkle of adoration in your eyes.

É completamente estúpido escrever cartas de amor, não pode ser transcrito através de uma simples carta, mas o que fazer quando este horrível oceano nos separa do homem que amamos?

It’s not the right word, Eva,” he pressed on stubbornly, his lips at my ear. “That’s why I haven’t said it. It’s not the right word for you and what I feel for you.””Shut up....

Apakah cinta sejati itu? Maka jawabannya, dalam kasus kau ini, cinta sejati adalah melepaskan. Semakin sejati perasaan itu, maka semakin tulus kau melepaskannya…Aku tahu kau akan protes, bagaimana mungkin? Kita bilang cinta itu sejati, tapi...

Well,” he said slowly, “sometimes there’s a passion that comes in its springtime to ill fate or death. And because it ends in its beauty, it’s what the harpers sing of and the poets make...

It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever

It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.

While gently pushing her towards the dressing room, Lazarus ventured, “Can I ask you something kind of personal?”Pulling her shirt over her head behind the curtain, and holding her hand out for the corset, she...

…kids marked by the special thinness that one has only once, the transparent thinness of early maturity, when, without knowing it, you are immortal. And completely permeable. When you can walk indifferently down the street...

Why?”He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she’d just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. “Because… you’re you.

How fickle is my young male heart as it avidly jumps from love to love

To be friends is a beautiful thing, Tessa, and I do not scorn it, but I have hoped for a long time now that we might be more than friends.