I’ll tell you something, Harpy,” he said, his voice almost a whisper now. “It never even occurred to me that we wouldn’t make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were...

Damn it! It was a stupid plan!” Uri swung an arm around behind himself and his bag being the nearest object in reach, swung it across the room with as much force as he could...

Yes, I have a romantic nature; it is a character flaw which should be viewed with pity, not derision.

I wonder if he practices making awkward and nerdy look sort of cool. Like he fills his house with furniture that is the wrong scale for his tall body and buys plaid shirts in bulk...

Words could bite. When I spoke to strangers, I wanted my words to have fangs.

Love is the line that draws the shape of God. –Bleeding Hearts (Demimonde #1)

Mags, I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about.

The say beauty conquered the beast, but I’ll bet lust had a lot to do with it.

Lord Carradice managed to look wicked, smug, and saintly, all at the same time.

I am an acquired taste. Do with that what you will.

Love, really? We’re vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

Don’t call me babe. I’m not a floozy. Or a freaking talking pig.

And I’m suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married…?” His voice tightened. “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching.

She’d found him. She’d helped him. She’d saved him. He was hers. And they’d taken him away, ripped him from her arms, literally.

Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine’s daughter, to be the catalist of it all.

So are my eyes. How do I always get roped into these things?” Avery coughs and pats Rob’s back in sympathy. A poof of dust billows from the contact.

Were ye sent by the fairy folk? Do no’ lie to me.

Whenever you realize working together is in Summer’s best interest, come find me, Boy Scout. Until then, I’ll just pretend you don’t exist.” Then he walks away.Gage glares at Julian’s retreating form. His hand scrapes...

Mine.

She was smooth and beautiful under his rough, callused hands-an amorous balm to soothe the ugliness of war.

Well then…” I clear my throat once. “You are a fantastic actor,” I say, breathless, and emotionally drugged up on Mr. Sexdorable.

No one compares to you, but there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight.

Romance is finding your fantasy in people who don’t have it.

But more importantly, know I love you more than I can say with simple words. Poets have attempted for centuries to find the perfect combination, and I don’t imagine I shall have more luck than...

The closer we get—the more I let you in…the more dangerous this gets. We’re just pawns in this game, and I wasn’t playing before. I was just a piece to move about the board, but...

one can not run away from true feelings.

Romantic love, I think, requires a degree of physical attraction, but devotion is needed to maintain it as an actual relationship. Physical attraction is a feeling you don’t really have control over, but devotion is...

Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.

You don’t think I’m going to deflower you under your father’s roof, do you?

I Cannot Remember You…engulfed in liquid amnesiaI cannot fight the tide

All girls are beautiful, and when they say they’re ugly they only lie to themselves, for it’s impossible for them to be ugly.

What he wanted was Megan wanting him… but not needing him. Not vulnerable to him. Sure as help not trying to leave him over and over again… and simply failing.

I plastered on my best poker face, attempting to appear cool and casual even thought I had never been so eager to deliver two Chicken Parmagianas in my life.”Just be careful, hon,” Rosanna said.”Oh, are...

Can you take out the angry eyes, Mrs. Potato Head, and just let me talk to you?

The Waterfall and the Sea””Her love and passion are a waterfall, fed from the wellspring of her heart,gently tumbling into a pool, preparing herself to share her gifts.His passion and love are like the sea,...

I told myself a thousand times every single day I needed to forget you. I forgot to forget, and I forgot what I told myself” From “The Jasmine Tree: Love in the time of revolutions

So he caught her in his arms and kissed her, and they were very happy, and told each other what a beautiful world it was, and how wonderful it was that they should have found...

It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.

My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.

I didn’t pretend to comprehend what he meant. I simply closed my eyes and let his arms wrap around me. The warmth that came from his body made me feel at home, as if, somehow,...

Courage and love.”She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems,...

Are you going to kiss me?” I blabbered stupidly.”I’m working up the nerve,” he said softly.

I make love with a focus and intensity that most people reserve for sleep.

I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I’d forget how his arms felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips...

I love being aroused.I relish that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being naked, and my flesh being born again. It’s like I’m being made new.

This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.

She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it’s winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?

Not really hungry.””She’ll eat.” Pritkin said curtly.”I said —””If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation.””I eat plenty.””The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however.””I’ll have a...

This night is not calm; the equinox still struggles in its storms. The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud disparts and rolls away from heaven, not passing and leaving a...

Love Rocks The De La Cruz’s World