SHE Is A Wonderful Romantic Poem With Billions of Lines. Even If I Could, I Wouldn’t Finish Reading HER In My Entire Life….

One doesn’t fall in love… one digs a hole for himself to trip in… claiming he didn’t see it coming

I waited for her to nod before pacing while I bit my lip. That hurt, so I switched to biting my finger nail.

If I didn’t know my body, I’d swear I just had a small orgasm…

Make me.

He holds her for an eternity. Time cascades into the void of the past. She inhales his scent. Full of man and strength and yearning. And she wonders why she ever doubted their relationship. Why...

It’s hard to walk away from a winning streak, even harder to leave the table when you’re on a losing one.

my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.

Kri has a stalker with terrorist connections, the Pentagon has been peppered with bombs, and Kri’s gone missing. Of course there’s a connection.

A simple ‘Hi’ from your crush might trigger your feelings again,but you must shove them up your ass,because you simply don’t have the permission to love.

Are we talking hell hounds and flames here?” Des asked, pacing at the end of our beds.I repeated the question and gave a heaving sigh of relief when Jameson said I had the wrong idea.”He’s...

Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste it..

They were too much to carryso i left them behindfor a new life, in a new placebut no one forgot who i wasi didn’tand neither did the people who watchthey watched for yearsthey watch now

There is no hope for the hopeless but there is always some love for the loveless.

To be rejected by someone doesn’t mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person. It doesn’t mean that nobody will ever love you anymore. Remember that...

I wanted to do this properly, but I look at you and I forget…

When reading dies, the imagination soon follows.

I’m not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again…

There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.

feeling” does. It tells you you’re alive, it gives things … I don’t know, proper meaning. You’re still trying to maintain some veneer of independence? Toughness? Do words like that even apply to you? But...

When you give your heart away, you usually get it back in pieces, fragments. And often, a great deal of time passes before you realize that every piece wasn’t returned to you—and probably never will...

I am very careful about who I choose to build memories with. Some of them might last a lifetime.

The beauty of a woman is that no two are the same. They are all different. It follows then that to be successful as a lover, you cannot make love to any two in the...

For a moment, I felt like myself again. Not the new me, not the old me, just the real me.

If you loved someone, you couldn’t let lies come between you. No matter what happened—even if you’d already lost each other forever—you owed each other the truth.

She was an extension of his dreams. A sprinkling of magic dust, of unfeasible wishes, on his stable existence. The one thing-the one bright, marvelous thing-he wanted more than the world, but didn’t deserve. However...

His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.

When I was young I couldn’t string two words together in his presence. I would merely nod and shake my head. Though on a fortunate day, I could force out monosyllabic answers. Tonight, everything suddenly...

God didn’t make Eve from Adam’s rib. He took out half of Adam’s brain by accident.

No temas, mi amor; primero dejaré de existir antes de amarte.

I don’t know,when they were giving out best friends at the carnival, he was all they had left-Nate

Hetty shivered. Goodness, he had no business looking at her like that. Physician my eye! Physicians definitely didn’t look like him; they were short, round and adorned with wigs and spectacles.

My inner bitch could handle this peon without even breaking a sweat.

It’s true I live on hope. Why shouldn’t I? Every day I see her beauty while you rot in hell. You will tell me that I’m deluded but we are all deluded in some way....

No, she’s been killing me with kindness.” She pointed her finger in his face. “There’s a difference, and if you didn’t have her on a pedestal, you could tell the difference.

Jonquil went by with a full plate of food, and Petunia reached out and tried to snag a small cream puff from it. Jonquil lifted it over Petunia’s head before she could, and clucked her...

She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it’s going badly, she wonders if what she...

James Lamont. It’s my name. You’ll need it if you’re to curse me properly.

I’m so sorry. I think I’m just tired.” The socially accepted excuse for being mental.

…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

thus with a kiss I die

Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone.You must hurt or be hurt.

She never imagined that at twenty years old she’d already be a widow in black. On the bright side, she was no longer married to Dario, but her future still looked grim.

When you find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stand in front of you when other’s cast stones, or will...

Just let me hold you, baby. Just let me hold you.

Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.

Kissing with the tip of the tongue is like ice-cream melting. It was he who taught me that a kiss has a soul and colour of its own.

But I think I’m broken too. I just don’t know it yet.

You know, when I see a good-looking man, the first thing I think about is sex. I want to see him naked, and I imagine running my hands impatiently over his hot body.I can’t help...

He was such a great lover. He was so male, so thoroughly a man that she felt all the rewards of being his woman.” (showing 0-0 of 0) (0.04 seconds)