Sometimes, ‘someday’ means ‘I know it will never happen’.

Di dunia ini, ada dua hal yang pantas diperjuangkan. Yaitu impian dan cinta.

She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.

Gradually the mist had lifted, and the sun burst forth, a ball of fire radiating the sky with unnaturally incandescent hues. Coral was reminded of the strident brushwork and wild colours of the Fauvist paintings...

Being amongst rough lives and confusion does not make you less, it only makes your beauty shine out more clearly.

One day, you’ll fall for somebody. At first, you’ll fight it, because you won’t understand. But when you do, Tess, you’ll know that he’s the one–the one you would die for.

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Outside of note passing and the occasional tight-lipped kiss after school events, “going together” in seventh grade was pretty meaningless. You couldn’t drive, had nowhere to go, and either weren’t allowed or couldn’t afford to...

Clearly the sight of a well-muscled forearm incited a woman to utter depravity. How else to explain the invention of cuffs?

Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They’re mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine.”Mine,” he repeated when she sighed heavily. “No one else’s.”Silence. Only the warm wetness of her...

She’d kicked Klein’s ass and still had enough moxie to tag him, and enough physical strength to get herself out of a window ten feet up on the wall.He really should marry her.

You keep runnin that mouth and I’m goin to take you back there and screw you.

Who did she know in Raleigh who took the time off to fix a house? Or read Whitman or Eliot, finding images in the mind, thoughts of the spirit? Or hunted dawn from the bow...

Abraham Lincoln wrote a poem about me once. You might know it as the Gettysburg Address. Men with beards are romantic.

—¡La madre que lo parió! —masculló, pero como estaba decidido a pillarlo por sorpresa, optó por imitar su tono alegre—. Ven, Tiburón, ven, cabroncete. Aquí, chico, ven, engendro del demonio…

Cuando me la hubo puesto, sus manos tibias envolvieron mi cuello y acercó mi cara a la suya. Cerré mis ojos para sentir que nuestras narices se tocaron acariciándose y gentilmente, con suavidad nuestros labios...

When I met a truly beautiful girl, I would tell her that if she spent the night with me, I would write a novel or a story about her. This usually worked; and if her...

After all, she knows how painful it can be not to follow your heart and she knows about the obstacles and about loyalty and duty and about the countless kinds of love. If only Eve...

Never surrender to you’re passions. Dream and live to excess.

Her voice faltered to a stop. Fear and confusion clutched at her throat like some terrible beast, and suddenly she was finding it difficult to breathe.

Know what you want & what you offer to the one you wish for. Attract what you desire by understanding yourself better than you have ever done so before.

devemos encarar o fim dum relacionamento como uma consequência da necessidade de encontrar equilíbrio no nosso sistema de vida

a foreign affair juxtaposed with a statesideand domestically approved romantic fancy is mysteriously attractive due to circumstances knowing it will only be parlayed into a memory

In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears… life!

Love one another gently.

And no one, no one should know what passes between husband and wife if they love one another. And whatever quarrels there may be between them they ought not to call in their own mother...

He wants her to want him with the same intensity. She looks upon him with lusts draw and whispers, “Take me, I am yours.

All your doing is keeping wayward teenage punks off the street. You should leave the real investigative work to us big girls with the pens and paper.

So, what’s this mean exactly?” he asked.”You finally come around, and now you’re going to just end things because of her?””Kissing you isn’t exactly ‘coming around.'”He gave me a long, level look. “There was a...

Dan habis ini, gue harap lo bakal lebih wise dan nyari seseorang yang bersedia tinggal di sisi lo – not just for weekend, but for the whole days in the week.

Everything about the man spoke of virility–his quick reaction, his calm control now that danger had passed. And she’d never seen a man wield a gun in real life–it was kind of a turn-on to...

The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. “Cather…” Back up to his eyes.”You know that I’m falling in love with you, right?

I’m not fragile,” I teased and kissed him harder. I supposed my bruise would say otherwise, but I didn’t want to be treated like I was going to shatter if someone touched me.

A song for you A song for me Is how we relate our life to be

Usually for the same reason you were unconscious, I think.

I said you were beautiful. I slept in your bed!

To me, love was a drug. Jett was my drug.

His kisses were so hungry and male, which isn’t bad. Every kiss said he could never have enough, but he wasn’t going to stop trying. They were so hormonal. I wanted his sugar roughness. Girl’s...

I’ve never been able to stand up for myself while growing up, but I will stand up for you against anyone who ever threatens to hurt you in any way.

Therapy can’t erase scars, it only makes it easier to live with them. — Duke

Honest to God, she was the noisiest woman he’d ever been shot at with.

I thought I had everything until I found you.

Every minute I decide not to kill you is a minute your life is saved. You owe me everything.

Life is a book waiting to happen.

Who the hell are you?

I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks...

My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.

His walk and stare. Was as poisonous as the air after a nuclear bomb.

I’m related to one. Can you believe that? It was bad enough thinking I was paranoid, going crazy or maybe just cursed, but to find out Gods are real and that I’m related to one…...