As Robin thought about what he had just said, Noah got up from the chair and knelt down in front of her. ‘How about I give you three reasons? Morning, day, and night.’She narrowed her...

As mine?

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel? Don’t men have romantic notions? Don’t men dream of findingthe perfect love?

There are few things more mysterious than endings. I mean, for example, when did the Greek gods end, exactly? Was there a day when Zeus waved magisterially down from Olympus and Aphrodite and her lover...

So all I’m saying is take that tiara back out, place it on your head, and prance around like a goddess. Paint your face, paint those pictures, paint the entire world if that’s what youwant....

If beauty had religious and spiritual importance, there would have been your temples all around the world.

I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .

I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. ‘You smell of violets. You always smell of violets,’ he said. ‘You’ve no idea how many times I have...

I mean it today. And tomorrow, it will be today again, and I will mean it for that today. It’s always today, Pearl. Don’t worry about tomorrow, because it’s always today, and every today we...

A young man who doesn’t have the foresight to seek out the girl he wants to be with and actively pursue her, doesn’t deserve her.

The two squirrels quarreled like lovers, and it moved me so much I made both into one toupee. I’m not bald, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wear it. I’m a romantic.

Our love was separated by time—and six feet of dirt. Still, I had to keep digging, because that’s just who I am, a romantic.

Love is like a portable lamp/sex toy. The world calls those flashlights, but I’m much more romantic.

Instead of reciting her an original love poem using words, I think I’ll use my tongue to more creatively explore the deepest parts of her.

My hands will get dirty holding your rose-like heart, because love is like gardening—it’s earthy and takes work to keep it alive.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope…I have loved none but you.

You’re so damn beautiful.” He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss in between my breasts. I shiver at the light touch of his lips to my sensitive skin. If this is how he makes me...

Aku mencintainya tanpa diketahui.Aku mencintainya dalam diam.Aku mencintainya dalam satu sudut pandang.Aku mencintainya di satu sisi.Ya, aku percaya.Jika takdirku adalah dirimu,kau akan memilihku. Nanti.

I’ll take my chances. It has you.”And when a great man says something smart like that a smart woman just shuts up.

In the coastal strains of music full of lovers hopes and dreams upon, wearing only warmth, fresh scent of the ocean and delightfully joyous smile…I look deep in your dark gloomy ochi ‘cross the oceans...

Actul sexual fără substratul pasiunii copleşitoare este o terfelire şi trupească şi sufletească de care trebuie să te ruşinezi în faţa oamenilor şi, mai ales a conştiinţei tale.

Stubble or what?” Eyes still closed he chuckled. “I’m not shaving until our parents let us date again.” He kissed my cheek. “What if it takes… a… while?” I asked struggling to talk. He’d made...

I saw that he was looking anxious.’I thought you weren’t coming.’ As he spoke, he grasped my hand. And if the sight of him had not quite restored the magic, the touch of him most...

I want a man who watches me walk away.

I am alergic to these flowers.-I know.

Because you took too long. If you’d done that, say, three years ago, we wouldn’t have only had one kiss before we both get horribly mutilated.

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...

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...

You like me not because I like you. I like you just because I like me.

The sea loved the moonWhen she was supposed to love the shore.The moon knewAnd hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shoreWho was destined for her.Yet his protests seemed weak. And even...

I can’t leave her now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.

I never wanted anything as bad as I want you

Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.

Have you ever been in a situation where you had to choose between your loved ones, knowing that whatever you decided, you would have to lie to one of them?’‘Yes. More than once.’ Elijah’s words...

I know you can take care of yourself,” he said, with absolute certainty. His vivid eyes probed hers. With the same underlying resolve, he lifted a hand and brushed her cheek with his fingertips. “I...

… far be it from a French man to interfere with love.

But I don’t want “good” and I don’t want “good enough”I want “can’t sleep, can’t breathe without your love”Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn’t make sense to anybody elseWho cares if you’re all...

So what’s up?” He had one hand behind his back.

If my last name were Drinkfood, I’d pour you a hot cup of spaghetti. And if my last name were Eatdrink, I’d be more romantic and pour you some wine, and let you sip it...

My brain is divided into two butterflies, and both are in love with your rose-shaped heart. If you’ve got the garden, I’ve got my whole life.

If we spoke with our ears, and listened through our mouth, then a kiss might be the most romantic sound in the world.

I’m an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.

Love means never having to say you’re sorry.

Every person has the right to be loved in the way she/he wants to be loved. Making love is not something you do to someone; making love is something you share.

Now.

You are my ground and you are my rainbow. You are my butterfly and you are my ecstasy. You are the start of my journeys and always my destination. You are my home – the...

Nevertheless, now that I have met you, I know that all that I am, and all that I have, could not match what you are worth.

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

A true romantic will break the rules for the right reasons. He will not conform to the ideals bestowed upon him by society. Instead he will fight for a climate of freedom that allows him...