My I love you was a measured response, like one gallon of coffee in one cup of sugar. It was just overflowing with an awakening of my soul.

My heart was happier than a fly sucking on shit.

I want you forever, not just for tonight.

I think you’re my hero,’ she said. Only half-kidding.He stared at her, the picture of incredulity. ‘Most people,’ he said, ‘think I am a very bad man.’She studied his eyes to try to find out if that bothered him. He didn’t seem bothered by them. He seemed discomfited by her. ‘Well,’ she said at last,...

never try to understand a girl: either you go crazy or fall in love with her.

The marine underworld stretched below the ship and embodied many secrets. The disappearance of Olga had become one of the mysteries that would remain with Stefania and her family. The disappearance of her baby sister and sudden departure from her home had taught the ten-year-old that life was filled with uncertainties. But she was willing...

Prayer is an insurance policy that you can never lapse on.

I missed you,” she cried into him. Standing on top of the snow gave him an additional few inches on her and she rested her head against his chest. She could hear nothing within, just her own heartbeat echoing.

Usually, the murmur that rises up from Paris by day is the city talking; in the night it is the city breathing; but here it is the city singing. Listen, then, to this chorus of bell-towers – diffuse over the whole the murmur of half a million people – the eternal lament of the river...

I know the world is flat now, I’m not going back.

It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

I need you to survive, he answered me without speaking, without looking at me. I need to know you survive.

Love for you dances within & around my core of being as regular as the beat of my heart. As certain as the draw and release of each breath.

Insane love.Loving insanity.Insanity and love…

The season was waning fastOur nights were growing cold at lastI took her to bed with silk and song,’Lay still, my love, I won’t be long;I must prepare my body for passion.”O, your body you give, but all else you ration.”It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene:A bleeding nymph to leave me...

This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was beautiful. Even the dirty little pads of her feet were beautiful. I cursed myself then. For once, heaven had sent me Beauty in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might...

She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?

Chose your love, love your choice.

Sometimes I believe that love dies but hope springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that hope dies but love springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals love, and sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals good sex. Sometimes I believe that love is as natural as the tides, and sometimes I believe...

I am alergic to these flowers.-I know.

You said she has no travel records leaving Italy?””Yes sir.””So there is a great possibility that she is still here in Italy, isn’t?””Yes sir.””What is ‘true love’ in Italian?”Secretary Wood showed surprise in his boss’ peculiar question that was so not in line with their topic.”Uh…it’s ‘vero amore’, sir.” Secretary Wood answered, looking at Cullan...

You never told me you love me.” He said bitterly.Alynna looked down. If only Cullan knew, she is saying those words every time she lays her eyes on him, when she thinks of him, when she watches him on his sleep…And right this moment.I love you so much, Cullan, it hurts.

Cullan was already inside her room, walking toward her. The sliding door was reduced to shards.”I asked you nicely.” Cullan said in a loud voice. “Why won’t you even-“”Is swearing nice to you?””You riled me up!””You kissed another woman!

Every second i live in a hope to meet you one day…..I die every second in a fear of loosing you

Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

History is not a nightmare from which I am trying to awaken, but rather, a glorious tale which I wish to be cast in.

All I’ve ever wanted was to be near you.

Good in bed?

If I had the wings of a swan, over these stony hills I would fly. I would fly to the arms of my true love, and there I’d be happy to die.

For there’s sweeter restOn a truelove’s breastThan any other where.

Winter reaches its peaknot when a great wind screamsfrom the top of its lungs, but when a lazy breeze whispers from the bottom of its heart

I had this vision of the two of us holding hands or getting into some light petting behind shower curtains or up in the fencing aisle or some shit.

Fuck the weather forecasters and their predictions. With magic, he’d just turned their Doppler radar upside down.Sapphire Phelan (Being Familiar With a Witch)

A relationship is like a bubble the more you chew the lesser its tastes.

Idk what the fuck just happened to us. We used to talk like hell pelhay but now days we act like as if we don’t know each other and there’s some kinda fight between us. I still want you to stay in my life, as a friend and even more than that but the only...

Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.

I will show her that loving her is my greatest truth, and the most beautiful thing I have ever known. ” — Gem

You were right the first time, Cathy. It was a stupid, silly story.Ridiculous! Only insane people would die for the sake of love. I’llbet you a hundred to one a woman wrote that junky romantic trash!”Just a minute ago I’d despised that author for bringing about such amiserable ending, then there I went, rushing to...

But you were concerned about making sure things, you know, didn’t get serious.””Yeah, because I’m an idiot.

He promised to stop doing that.

my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those…soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway….of my life.

You are all I ever need.

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!

Let those who wish have their respectability- I wanted freedom, freedom to indulge in whatever caprice struck my fancy, freedom to search in the farthermost corners of the earth for the beautiful, the joyous, and the romantic.

Right now I’ll just be happy if you let me know what would you like to have in breakfast .” She swiftly moved from the platform to the fridge and took some bell peppers out of it. I spotted a bowl of boiled noodles. Perhaps, I would be fine with some change in my menu.”some...

I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That’s right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that’s kind of perverted or maybe it’s just romantic and highly intelligent.

Breathless I look up at him and find him gazing at me with a wonder that my deep-seated insecurity finds hard to believe. Then he does this thing. His fingers start moving on my face, tracing outlines. They trail along my eyebrows, the ridge of my nose, the apple of my cheeks and the line...