Yes, men are pigs. Except your brother, of course. He’s actually a decent human being. Almost a woman.-Jillian’s mother

I am fluent in pussy, but I have no idea what this fucking means, Georgia.

There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened.

I’ve learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I’ve learned is that you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You...

No matter what happened, he was Dex and I was Perry and that combination only led to trouble.

Holy fuck. Testing, testing. Is this thing on or has Botox already begun to corrode her brain cells?

If you mean Miss Austen, I don’t find her particularly romantic,” Tasmin declared. “Can’t say that I care much about the marriage arrangements among the middle classes.”Tasmin Berrybender

I want a man who’s kind and understanding. Is that too much to ask of a millionaire?

Painfully, the tips of his fingers grazed over her neck, torturing her soul. She didn’t move as his hand stroked the length of her nape, feeling the slight warmth of her aura make him lightly...

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

If I were being honest with myself, he lit a blaze, not just a blush, but that’s too much reality for me to admit.

I grab at Smitty and he at me, and, for one horrible, deperately embarrassing second we fly into each others arms like Shaggy and Scooby Don’t.

Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast!

I don’t bite, Lucy.”She wanted him to. She wanted him to bite and suck and nibble and have his wicked way with her. She had a feeling he did things to a girl that made...

She’ll be back,” Ranger said. “But not tonight.”[Stephanie] “How’d you get her to leave?””Told her I was gonna spend the next twelve hours ruining you for all other men, and so she might as well...

Fearful that they would be caught, the young lovers cast themselves into the sea with their stone, saying these words, “May we ever be united in love and hidden as long as this stone hides...

There are stories about “good” vampires like there are stories about the loathly lady who, after a hearty meal of raw horse and hunting hound and maybe the odd huntsman or archer, followed by an...

I want to be with you, Demetria. Go on dates, have sex and pointless arguments, figure out why you like to eat rabbit food, be the person you call first when you’ve had a bad...

Oh, it figures.

My life is hard. No one would rob me of that. The clothes I am wearing came out of a knotted up black plastic trash bag from a resale shop downtown. And not the downtown...

Oh, Mel, don’t worry. I’ve been hunting with your husband—the deer are completely safe.

The Rachmaninoff is just one of the most glorious, over-the-top, beautiful, Romantic statements ever.

Maybe we could, um, go sit in the truck?” he said, but even as he said it, it sounded so dumb. And not exactly the way he wanted her to remember a marriage proposal.

Their tongues met, starving, two years without this delicious meal. They kissed and kissed and kissed. The joining of their mouths was more intense than that night on the ferry. This was a kiss of...

‘You shaved for this.’ ‘For you.’ He clutched her bare legs under her skirt, reminding her he still expected a traditional get-laid one-night stand. She shoved his hands off her. ‘Maybe I wanted rough stubble.’...

Nonetheless, love is a funny thing. More specifically, second loves are a funny thing. For no matter how special that second or third or even fourth love is, no matter how much you can’t live...

Looking back at him was a man who was battered and broken.And alive, for the first time in his life.

Anger precedes hate, while love vicariously hangs in the balance.

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

..forever daydreaming of a kiss so sweet, angels weep..

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.

He pulled her close kissing her mouth taking her by surprise. He stepped back passion smoldering in his eyes. She looked at him touching her mouth where his kiss still burned.

So he was queer, E.M. Forster. It wasn’t his middle name (that would be ‘Morgan’), but it was his orientation, his romping pleasure, his half-secret, his romantic passion. In the long-suppressed novel Maurice the title...

She affected me, even when she was absent.

If you want a better answer, krasivyy, ask a better question. – Koldan Vasin

How much the pain grew inside him after Ossie died until the only way to deal with it was to throw himself into the fray. And the whole time, Vanessa’s body was wrapped around him...

Well, yea we are kind of old, but we’ve been around so long, we don’t have anything better to do. Living a long time can really turn you into a cranky bitch. Just wait ‘till...

I love rains I love the way sky blesses us with wet showers to refresh our body and soul ☺ –

Tapi, bila revolusi tidak terjadi hari ini, pasti akan terjadi juga suatu saat nanti…

Do I look that bad?’ I said, my voice quavering with the rejection that I was ashamed for even caring about. ‘Is that what this is all about? How ugly I look?’Patrick kept his eyes...

Gotta love it when a plan comes together…

In the morning, that moment, when I knew it was you. When I could feel you breathing and we opened our eyes at the exact same time.

Beauty lies in the purity of Heart,looking good is just called prettiness.

I dream about people who don’t need to have sex to know they love each other. I dream about people who would only ever kiss you on the cheek.

But some things are worth the extra effort.

I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took...

Everybody makes mistakes. But that’s the magic of family–knowing that underneath whatever you’ve said and done, you are still loved. And that you always will be, no matter what.

He shook his head, staring at her like a condemned man who beheld the face of his executioner. “Aline,” he whispered, “Do you know what hell is?””Yes.” Her eyes overflowed. “Trying to exist with your...

The books we love offer a sketch of a whole universe that we secretly inhabit, and in which we desire the other person to assume a role.One of the conditions of happy romantic compatibility is,...

…he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he’d have to be the one to let go.”From Alice Hoffman’s “Local Girls”, pg.102.