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.

Es como si al acomodarnos en el interior del vagón en movimiento quedásemos encapsulados, fuera del mundo, limitándonos a verlo transcurrir plácidamente a través de las ventanillas.

Lily looks back down at the necklace in her hand that Kavita had given her. “It must have cost a fortune.” “It did.” He confirms. “Though not nearly as much as you’re worth.” Lily looks...

It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.

Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.

While you’re singing something romantic, I can’t get the lyrics to ‘Love and Marriage’ out of my head, and that tune always reminds me of the jingle from Jeopardy.

Because when I first saw you I thought─no, I knew─you were special. Because I still think that every time I look at you. Because I think you’re smart and funny and brave. But most of...

And you have all these Flash Thompsons and Harry Osborns hovering around you, trying to make a move. Because…you’re basically amazing.

Flower coffee—less caffeinated, more romantic. I wanted to be with her, but when I was, I felt like I’d rather wither.

If it’s the last kiss, we’d better make it last. I hope you don’t have anywhere to be, because I have the rest of my life free.

Marry me, Esme. Please. Honor me. I will honor you as your husband never did. Our marriage would be a remedy against sin, if anyone could ever call it a sin to love you.

She did not respond, only clung harder to my embrace, and I held her with all the afflictions of a man torn by love. What a miracle she was, what a truly exquisite paragon of...

“Gladys, bring me some more damn soup.” Well, maybe he wasn’t talking to me, but it was still good to hear he was a romantic.

Her hands slid to his shoulders, his biceps, and dug in as if to hold him here, right here. But he wasn’t going anywhere. He liked her hands on him, liked her tongue in his...

And even though they had not had sex yet, he was a great lover, replacing sex with the science of bravery and inner strength. Meredith had always wanted a man with this kind of depth.

Nnadie va a quererte como yo

I promise I’ll come back. No matter what happens.” Though his voice was only a whisper, there was a fierceness behind it. I believed him completely. “I’ll wait for you,” I told him.

Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….

Dear God, you are beautiful. I tried to forget, to pretend I did not need you, but it was no use. You haunt my waking hours and my dreams, and though I know if I...

Love is the mortar that holds the human structure together.

“Philip. I have never been outside of England. I’ve never even been to London. Do you know what I would give for your experiences? How could you possibly think you would bore me?” He didn’t...

“And I love you, William.” Kiss. “You can make any changes you wish.” Kiss. “Thank you, but I love everything exactly as it is.” Kiss. “You will stay with me each night?” Kiss. “Forever, and...

“Whatever happened to the dragon?” I mustered my primmest tone. “He has a name, you know.”Adrian pulled back and gave me a curious look. “I didn’t know, actually. What’d you decide on?” “Hopper.” When Adrian...

Even if you break with me and crush my heart, I’m never getting back together with Dawn. I know that the world isn’t flat now, I’m not going back.

My heart was happier than a fly sucking on shit.

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

From the beginning.

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection’s edge in me.

Un soir qu’ils étaient couchés l’un près de l’autre, comme elle lui demandait d’inventer un poème qui commencerait par je connais un beau pays, il s’exécuta sur-le-champ. Je connais un beau pays Il est de...

A radical love story is the only device that makes the time-chariot of a village, a city, a country, gallop faster. Such a love story pulls the wheels of that chariot from a murky, regressive...

Yes…and I’m worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you’ll wind up making out with him too.””Don’t be sexist. They could find me a female instructor.””In that case,...

The rest of the girls out there are just shooting stars,” Simon whispered into my ear. “They’re on a crash course to nowhere. But you, my lady friend, you’re a black hole. You’ve sucked me...

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

Voleva vederla subito, e toccarla, respirare tra i suoi capelli e averla tutta per sé, immediatamente. «Vieni.» bisbigliò, in modo impercettibile.«Cosa?»«Vieni subito da me, Emily.»

Love can be such a mysterious muse and seductress… spinning her magical web of stardust and emotional euphoria. True love sang her siren song and we wrapped that song around us like the sweetest melody.

My ex girlfriend would say I am a bit of a romantic. Well, actually, she’d say I bit a romantic. I bit her on the bum.

If we truly detach from our childhood and abandon our inherent romanticism, then we shred any bit of humanity left in us.

There are definite advantages to single beds.””Makes cuddling mandatory.

If he spoke, he knew that he would break the spell. As soon as she knew her Romeo wasn’t coming she would be disappointed. She would doubtless be angry with him, perhaps even sense that...

Yes, she was the girl playing basketball with all the boys in the park, collecting cans by the side of the road, keeping secret pet kittens in an empty boxcar in the woods, walking alone...

Only a rose would make a man turn the shade of his desire.

You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again

Leo smiled and stroked her hair. ‘We’ll both be fine, Marks. We’ve just begun our journey…and there’s so much we have yet to do.’ He spoke more softly as he heard her breathing turn even...

Separation isn’t time or distanceit’s the bridge between usfiner than silk thread sharper than swords

No temas, mi amor; primero dejaré de existir antes de amarte.

AOAN LOVES LOKI.

She nodded and reached out to take my hand again. I turned to look at her fully, I didnt want to say it, but I felt I should. I’d never had a chance to say...

Don’t think you can watch all the romantic movies, soap operas, TV shows and read all the romantic books out there and not be affected. Ninety-nine percent of the romantic stuff out there is garbage…...

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...

The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming…Dead silence.Literally dead.