I didn’t want to fall in love. Looking at you gave me chills and kissing you made my knees weak. You made flowers grow and fill the space in my lungs which made it impossible...

I was only trying to survive,” she mumbled, as if it made any difference. It was no excuse to use against someone who had truly been trying to survive, and Damian had done so quite...

She loved him. But he didn’t know how to love.He could talk about love. He could see love and feel love. But he couldn’t give love.He could make love. But he couldn’t make promises.She had...

Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep....

For the first time in so long I kept my silence and decided to conceal the words in the aching crevices of my heart.

It’s not the loving that hurts this girl; it’s the understanding of it for what it is, that it will never be returned in the same way, that threatens to destroy her. But to unload...

It’s as if I’ve stepped off the edge of a cliff, and even though my heart’s in my mouth and my stomach is in knots, I’m the most excited I’ve ever been in my life....

You may marry Miss Grey for her fifteen pounds but you will always be my Willoughby. My nightmare. My sorrow. My past. My mistake. My regret. My love.

He silenced the thought, already itching to get inside her, his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock. After all these years of wanting, he would gladly accept whatever access to her body she gave...

I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”Make love to melike you know I am betterthan the worst thing I ever did.Go slow.I’m new to this.But I have seen...

Once I saw Graham – wholly unconscious of her proximity – push her with his restless foot. She receded an inch or two. A minute after one little hand stole out from beneath her face,...

Shiloh had become far too used to it; for all that she paid him no mind, the moment his sharp fangs pierced the skin on the inside of her thigh, her head lolled back against...

But it was just luck really if the girls survived. You’re like a man firing a machine gun into a supermarket who happens not to become a murderer.

She had assumed they would see each other every day but she hadn’t really thought about the implications of having an affair with a married man. It wasn’t going to be a normal relationship.

I never hated you. My anger was never with you, but with the little hell my heart had put me in. The anger always passed. I never regretted loving you. If I had gone to...

I thought of all the others who had tried to tie her to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing her the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can...

the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you’ve made them your eternity.

Eternity has a way of letting us all grow up.

It was September, and there was a crackly feeling to the air. I was saying something that was making her laugh, and I couldn’t stop looking at her. It was a little bit chilly, and...

The night before, I’d gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it’s true that I was hoping that in them he’d see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.

Sometimes people leave us because staying becomes an impossibility. Because the world just gets too small. Or, sometimes, because there is just one boat, and too many hands. …Because maybe, life can be a bit...

The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.

The time when you wish if death was possible from a heartbreak

sometimes no matter how many eyelashes or dandelion seeds you blow, no matter how much of your heart you tear out and slap on your sleeve, it just ain’t gonna happen.

The priest’s lesson: beware the Nightlord, for his pleasure is a mortal’s doom. My grandmother’s lesson: beware love, especially with the wrong man.

His eyes danced like a teenager. “Eat anyone alive today?” her father joked.Ruby returned his wicked grin and sauntered into the living room. “Not today, but tomorrow’s another day.

Don’t take on about her, Gabriel. What difference does it make whose sweetheart she is, since she can’t be yours?”That’s the very thing I say to myself,’ said Gabriel.

Dear Matthew-There’s one more thing I didn’t get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time. This...

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

He wanted it to be just right; he didn’t want to make the mistake of trying to tell her he loved her, and having the words come out confused or ending up saying something completely...

nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in...

I felt like she was taking everything that mattered to me. I felt like she was taking away from you all the things that I didn’t have. That’s why I’m sorry. I’m sorry because you...

I don’t get as much fan mail as an actor or singer would, but when I get a letter 99% of the time it’s pointing out something that really had an impact. Like after ‘My...

PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streams:The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness, serious vanity,Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,Still-waking sleep, that is not what...

Unrequited love is the only possible way to give yourself to another without being held in indentured servitude.

I’d always secretly believed that a love as fierce and true as mine would be rewarded in the end, and now I was being forced to accept the bitter truth.

Amid the worry of a self- condemnatory soliloquy, his demeanour seemed grave, perhaps cold, both to me and his mother. And yet there was no bad feeling, no malice, no rancour, no littleness in his...

I have the superhero gift of invisibility. I must be invisible, because the woman I love doesn’t see me. I might as well be into Helen Keller.

Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.

The moment he laid eyes on Kuga, I knew. There’s a reason I’m doing this to him. I want to see it; how he’s fallen in love with a guy, and how he makes him...

Inadequate love is love. Unrequited love is love.

When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you’ll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

…and said with the softness of repressed violence, ‘I am not one to stick his neck out; it is a bit of a reach. I was waiting for the smallest sign that you could love...

Being in love with someone who doesn’t even know you exist isn’t the worst thing in the world. In fact, it’s quite the oppostie. Almost like passing in a term paper that you know sucked,...

For so long, it was just my secret. It burned inside me, and I felt like I was carrying something important, something that made me who I was and made me different from everybody else....

All these years I’ve had a story in my mind, the story about us that never really existed. And because of that story, I’ve kept you framed up on the wall in a little box...

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box...

In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine, connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least – for what is...