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7dc6b94 "You're going to have to take care of yourself," Karrin said quietly. "Over the next few weeks. Rest. Give yourself a chance to heal. Keep the wound on your leg clean. Get to a doctor and get that arm into a proper cast. I know you can't feel it, but it's important that--" I stood, leaned over the bed, and kissed her on the mouth. Her words dissolved into a soft sound that vibrated against my lips. Then her good arm slid around my neck, and there wasn't any sound at all. It was a long kiss. A slow kiss. A good one. I didn't draw away until it came to its end. I didn't open my eyes for a moment after. "...oh...," she said in a small voice. Her hand slid down my arm to lie upon mine. "We do crazy things for love," I said quietly, and turned my hand over, fingers curling around hers." kiss romance love injured dresden-files hospital murphy Jim Butcher
7eda08b One should not believe too easily in a life which can easily vanish. relationships life love James Salter
b1769e5 Lancelot and Guenever were sitting at the solar window. An observer of the present day, who knew the Arthurian legend only from Tennyson and people of that sort, would have been startled to see that the famous lovers were past their prime. We, who have learned to base our interpretation of love on the conventional boy-and-girl romance of Romeo and Juliet, would be amazed if we could step back into the Middle Ages - when the poet of chivalry could write about Man that he had 'en ciel un dieu, par terre une deesse'. Lovers were not recruited then among the juveniles and adolescents: they were seasoned people, who knew what they were about. In those days people loved each other for their lives, without the conveniences of the divorce court and the psychiatrist. They had a God in heaven and a goddess on earth - and, since people who devote themselves to godesses must exercise some caution about the ones to whom they are devoted, they neither chose them by the passing standards of the flesh alone, nor abandoned it lightly when the bruckle thing began to fail. love guinevere lancelot T.H. White
2d689cd At that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always! love Marcel Proust
4466e03 "You will live to love again. You know you have lost your springtime girl, your Molly on the beach with the wind in her brown hair and red cloak. You have been gone too long from her, and too much has befallen you both. And what you loved, what both of you truly loved, was not each other. It was the time of your life. It was the spring of your years, and life running strong in you, and war on your doorstep and your strong, perfect bodies. Look back, in truth. You will find you recall fully as many quarrels and tears as you do lovemaking and kisses. Fitz. Be wise. Let her go, and keep those memories intact. Save what you can of her, and let her keep what she can of the wild and daring boy she loved. Because both he and that merry little miss are no more than memories anymore." She shook her head. "No more than memories." letting-go love kettle fitzchivalry-farseer Robin Hobb
ef1454f The very thing that attracts you to someone can end up putting you off. love divorce Anne Tyler
c6b5413 Nick stands up and offers his hand to me. I have no idea what he wants, but what the hell, I take his hand anyway, and he pulls me up on my feet then presses against me for a slow dance and it's like we're in a dream where he's Christopher Plummer and I'm Julie Andrews and we're dancing on the marble floor of an Austrian terrace garden. Somehow my head presses Nick's t-shirt and in this moment I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning. magic love nick-and-norah nick-o-leary norah-silverberg Rachel Cohn
31b712a Look up. hope love Luanne Rice
b28f2f5 Love is fragile at best and often a burden or something that blinds us. It's fodder for poets and song writers and they build it into something beyond human capacity. Falling in love means enrolling yourself in the school of disappointment. Being human means failing each other often, and no two people fail each other more than two people who pledge to do things for each other that they'll never do because they are just incapable of it...That's why art is enduring. The look of love or hope, or the look of compassion, bravery, whatever, is captured forever. We spend our lives trying to get someone to be as enduring as a painting or a sculpture and we can't because feelings crumble as quickly as the flesh. heartbreak love V.C. Andrews
2fb6971 We resonate with one another's sorrows because we are interconnected. Being whole and simultaneously part of a larger whole, we can change the world simply by changing ourselves. If I become a center of love and kindness in this moment, then in a perhaps small but hardly insignificant way, the world now has a nucleus of love and kindness it lacked the moment before. This benefits me and it benefits others. sorrow kindness love being-whole benefits-all benefits-me change-ourselves resonate interconnectedness center mindfulness meditation change-the-world Jon Kabat-Zinn
f4f01c8 lHnyn l~ ljn@ dhan hw rGb@ lnsn fy 'lan ykwn nsnan. sex psychological political religion love philosophy جنس friedrich-nietzche milan-kundera neitzsche اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته ميلان-كونديرا نيتشه علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة religion-and-philoshophy حب philosophy-of-life friedrich-nietzsche sociology novel psychology ميلان كونديرا
fecdd1d Love will make you show your heart someday... love-quotes love Louisa May Alcott
5e51d3f Someday you'll find someone special again. People who have been in love once usually do. Its in their nature.. love Nicholas Sparks
3bdc5ee It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the cafe, your figure, your dress, that I still see. love figure walked-away face remember longing Franz Kafka
0990069 "Now I'll just have to do without." She raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry?" Then Maximus did something very strange: he went on one knee before her. "This isn't right at all," he said, continuing to glare as if he found it all her fault. She sat up. "What are you doing?" "Artemis Greaves, will you do me the honor of --" "Are you insane?" she demanded. "What of your father? Your conviction that you must marry for the dukedom?" "My father is dead," he said softly. "And I've decided the dukedom can go hang." "But --" "Hush," he snapped. "I'm trying to propose to you properly even without my mother's necklace." "But why?" she asked... "I know that this is rather disappointing," he said. "But I intend to make you respectable." love marriage-proposal proposal Elizabeth Hoyt
50ff67e She had known the kind of love that was worth risking everything for, the kind of love that was as rare as a glimpse of heaven. heaven risk faith hope life love oppurtunity choices-and-consequences Nicholas Sparks
26f5ec1 "But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch." -- life love Philippa Gregory
1b4451e I shall expect my husband to have no pleasures but what he shares with me; and if his greatest pleasure of all is not the enjoyment of my company - why - it will be the worse for him - that's all.' 'If such are your expectations of matrimony, Esther, you must, indeed, be careful whom you marry - or rather, you must avoid it altogether. love wife matrimony husband expectations Anne Brontë
5b79365 You really loved her?' 'I would have given my life.' 'Would you have taken it?' 'No, child,' he said. 'That is not ours to do. time love Mitch Albom
4b1fdee Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it. live life love Mary Balogh
c757462 Few in this world are ever simply nasty; those who hurt us are themselves in pain. The appropriate response is hence never cynicism or aggression but, at the rare moments one can imagine it, always love. love Alain de Botton
9cfce7d I turn around from the window and for the first time I see him... It is Richard, smiling at my surprise. I run to him, without thinking what I am doing. I run to the first friendly face that I have seen since Christmas, and in a moment I am in his arms and he is holding me tightly and kissing my face, my closed eyes, my smiling mouth, kissing me till I am breathless and have to pull away from him. love edward-iii reunion Philippa Gregory
00157f6 If everyone could feel as I felt at that moment, dressed in my preppy sweater and McGregor coat and about to set out on a little journey with my Bambi-eyed girlfriend on Christmas Eve, all conflicts in the world would vanish. Mellow smiles would rule the earth. joy relationship happiness love peace Ryū Murakami
f70a781 "Have you noticed her name?" Kit leaned sideways to see the letters painted jauntily on the transom. "The WITCH! How did you dare? Does Hannah know?" "Oh, she's not named after Hannah. I hadn't gone ten miles down the river that day before I knew I'd left the real witch behind." woman love witch Elizabeth George Speare
8997ad3 She was a woman, a traitor, and a killer. Males and females wanted her. But I was the only one who ever could have loved her. love jesus-son Denis Johnson
bdccd1c "Yes, I suppose so," answered Anna, as though wondering at the boldness of his question; but the irrepressible, quivering brilliance of her eyes and her smile set him on fire as she said it." love vronsky Leo Tolstoy
628af7d No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around. heartbreak love Emma Forrest
d1e0fb6 "You've been in the mating frenzy before." Eric looked up at her, his eyes quiet. "Yes." "With Kirsten." "Yes." Iona touched her hands together. "You must have loved her very much." Eric nodded. "Yes. Very much." "Then why do you want another mate?" Eric pushed himself from the fireplace and came to her, the first flickers of fire shadowing his tall, naked body. He skimmed warm hands down her arms. "Because I saw you." love second-loves shifters Jennifer Ashley
6bba5b2 He drew a deep breath, struggling to keep his emotions in check, knowing he didn't love her simply in the here and now but that he would never stop loving her. romance love nicholas-sparks real-love Nicholas Sparks
739196e Are we truly obeying the command to love our neighbor as ourselves if we're storing up money for potential future needs when our neighbor is laboring today under actual present needs? current present future compassion love hoarding stewardship labor sharing selfish neighbor saving need justice Randy Alcorn
bd3ac5a I love doing it. Every building is like a person. Single and unrepeatable. passion love engineering profession building Ayn Rand
5aca9b9 "I love you Kat, always have and always will" - Daemon" love kat lux-series Jennifer L. Armentrout
c1d54b9 I love my love with a b because she is peculiar. poetry love peculiar narration Gertrude Stein
7f981e3 Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might-have-beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone? If we can't embrace uncertainty do we miss the point of love? love inspirational reflective Mark Z. Danielewski
daf6321 One cannot always marry the person one loves... love kate-mosse sepulchre Kate Mosse
526a94d Now, feel. I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other. And feel now. Thou hast no heart but mine. love Ernest Hemingway
787aca2 You will follow me, if we are what we are, you and I, if we live, if the world exists, if you know the meaning of this moment and can't let it slip by, as others let it slip, into the senselessness of the unwilled and unreached. love dagny-taggart Ayn Rand
4ab6f3f You, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon-- love unattainable idea memory Ayn Rand
fef219e "Aren't I enough for you?' she asked. love D. H. Lawrence
fd2c1dc People where you live grow five thousand roses in one garden...yet they don't find what they are looking for. love rose-garden Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
e77802b Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. memories songs love Emily Giffin
30503c4 And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. past life love wisedom mistakes Khaled Hosseini
e40aa34 I love you and I will until the end of time.And just as she said the words, two bright stars drifted past them overhead and disappeared into the night sky together... love-story love lovequote lovequotes Danielle Steel
770f88d Understanding knowledge as an essential element of love is vital because we are bombarded daily with messages that tell us love is about mystery, about that which cannot be known. We see movies in which people are represented as being in love who never talk with one another, who fall into bed without ever discussing their bodies, their sexual needs, their likes and dislikes. Indeed, the message is received from the mass media is that knowledge makes love less compelling; that it is ignorance that gives love its erotic and transgressive edge. These messages are brought to us by profiteering producers who have no clue about the art of loving, who substitute their mystified visions because they do not really know how to genuinely portray loving interaction. love-quotes romantic television romance love truth mass-media tv pop-culture love-at-first-sight knowledge bell hooks
ae74a83 Everyone's alone--or so it seems to me. They make noises, and think they are talking to each other; They make faces, and think they understand each other, And I'm sure they don't. Is that delusion? Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations? imagination love everyone T.S. Eliot
fe0522b What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits. passion love Khaled Hosseini
0f68a7d "Once she called to invite me to a concert of Liszt piano concertos. The soloist was a famous South American pianist. I cleared my schedule and went with her to the concert hall at Ueno Park. The performance was brilliant. The soloist's technique was outstanding, the music both delicate and deep, and the pianist's heated emotions were there for all to feel. Still, even with my eyes closed, the music didn't sweep me away. A thin curtain stood between myself and pianist, and no matter how much I might try, I couldn't get to the other side. When I told Shimamoto this after the concert, she agreed. "But what was wrong with the performance?" she asked. "I thought it was wonderful." "Don't you remember?" I said. "The record we used to listen to, at the end of the second movement there was this tiny scratch you could hear. Putchi! Putchi! Somehow, without that scratch, I can't get into the music!" Shimamoto laughed. "I wouldn't exactly call that art appreciation." "This has nothing to do with art. Let a bald vulture eat that up, for all I care. I don't care what anybody says; I like that scratch!" "Maybe you're right," she admitted. "But what's this about a bald vulture? Regular vultures I know about--they eat corpses. But bald vultures?" In the train on the way home, I explained the difference in great detail.The difference in where they are born, their call, their mating periods. "The bald vulture lives by devouring art. The regular vulture lives by devouring the corpses of unknown people. They're completely different." "You're a strange one!" She laughed. And there in the train seat, ever so slightly, she moved her shoulder to touch mine. The one and only time in the past two months our bodies touched." romance music love surrealism Haruki Murakami
07ba34a Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. passion love obsessive-love lolita obsession Vladimir Nabokov
193e810 If it will give you any satisfaction in the end, I still care for you. Either there is no such thing as love, or the word does not mean what I have thought it to mean on many different occasions. It is a feeling without a name, really--better to leave it at that. So take it and go away and have your fun with it. You know that we would both be at one another's throats again one day, as soon as we run out of common enemies. We had many fine reconciliations, but were they ever worth the pain that preceded them? Know that you have won and that you are the goddess I worship--for are not worship and religious awe a combination of love and hate, desire and fear? hate worship love reconciliation Roger Zelazny
8db39ba No, Mr Redmayne, not my tears. Although I've read that letter every day for the past eight months, those tears were not shed by me, but by the man who wrote them. He knew how much I loved him. We would have made a life together even if we could only spend one day a month with each other. I'd have been happy to wait twenty years, more, in the hope that I would eventually be allowed to spend the rest of my life with the only man I'll ever love. I adored Danny from the day I met him, and no one will ever take his place. love Jeffrey Archer
6dd20e7 Falling in love is sudden, easy, and fun. It's like a child going down a playground slide. Falling out of love is slow, difficult, and painful. It's like watching a child die of cancer. ~ Ben Davis, Sr. love falling-out-of-love falling-in-love Jayden Hunter
56bde42 And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder. love beach touching Amy Hempel
17c9cd9 "There is somebody who loves me," said Despereaux. "And I love her and that is the only thing that matters to me." love Kate DiCamillo
3aefab0 "Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it." - Dash" love long-distance-relationships distance Rachel Cohn
66a9a88 "Would it be such a terrible thing for us to fall in love?" he asked. love renagades tremayne turncoat kate grey peter morning ask terrible Donna Thurland
6a4050c "I'm trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster." "Why?" Her eyes were blazing as she hissed, "Because it will help me understand how did the same. Is it a sickness?" she demanded, "Is it something broken within you?" understanding love kingdom-of-ash monster sickness Sarah J. Maas
57d54cf He hadn't suffered the eternity of the ring about to be picked up, didn't know the heart rush of hearing that incomparable voice suddenly linked with his own, the sense it gave of being too close to even see her, of being actually inside her ear. love phone-calls teenager phone Jeffrey Eugenides
7a21507 "There are all sorts of families," Tom's grandmother had remarked, and over the following few weeks Tom became part of the Casson family, as Micheal and Sarah and Derek-from-the-camp had done before him. He immediately discovered that being a member of the family was very different from being a welcome friend. If you were a Casson family member, for example, and Eve drifted in from the shed asking, "Food? Any ideas? Or shall we not bother?" then you either joined in the search of the kitchen cupboards or counted the money in the housekeeping jam jar and calculated how many pizzas you could afford. Also, if you were a family member you took care of Rose, helped with homework (Saffron and Sarah were very strict about homework), unloaded the washing machine, learned to fold up Sarah's wheelchair, hunted for car keys, and kept up the hopeful theory that in the event of a crisis Bill Casson would disengage himself from his artistic life in London and rush home to help." kids love Hilary McKay
f0421ae "Anyone have some mints or some gum?" Bonnie asked. No one did, and she turned to Joe Hill Conley. She scrutinized him a moment, then, using her fingers, combed his part over to the left side. "That looks better," she said. Nearly two decades later, the little hair he has left remains parted by Bonnie's invisible hand." -- love Jeffrey Eugenides
969abb9 "One time I was dying in a cage inside a palace that was flying over a magic jungle. And some idiot went in there, chased the palace down, fought his way through hundreds of rakshasas, and rescued me." "I remember," he said. "That's when I realized you loved me," I said. "I was in the cage and I heard you roar." romance love Ilona Andrews
0acafa3 What is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? love countries boundaries patriotism Ursula K. Le Guin
57e3823 I'd always worried but kissing's not so tricky. Your lips know what to do, just like sea anenomes know what to do. Kissing spins you, like Flying Tea-Cups. Oxygen the girl breathes out, you breathe in. kissing love kissed kissing-quotes teenage-love David Mitchell
eb74e27 Beach girls now, beach girls tomorrow, beach girls till the end of time. love best-friends sisters Luanne Rice
f1d5fda I love you, Dominique. I love you so much that nothing can matter to me--not even you. Can you understand that? Only my love--not your answer. Not even your indifference. love gail-wynand the-fountainhead Ayn Rand
05c8b7a I want to sleep with you. Now, tonight, and at any time you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin. your mouth, your hands...--I want you like an animal...or a whore. want love dominique-francon howard-roark the-fountainhead Ayn Rand
0fef65c You can have anything you want, if you go out and get it. If you claim it as your own. You have a right to it. life love Danielle Steel
1ec090c "Brian's face broke out in a wide grin as he slapped Roarke on the back. "That's a woman, isn't it?" "Delicate as a rose, my Eve. Fragile and quiet natured." He grinned himself when he heard her curse, loud and vicious. "A voice like a flute." "And you're sloppy in love with her." "Pitifully." love sarcastic-humor J.D. Robb
f0e1c63 I was living my own future and my brother's lost one as well. I represented him here just as he represented me there, in some unguessable other place. His move from life to death might resemble my stepping into the kitchen - into its soft nowhere quality and foggy hum. I breathed the dark air. If I had at that moment a sense of calm kindly death while my heart beat and my lungs expanded, he might know a similar sense of life in the middle of his ongoing death. death life love glbtq Michael Cunningham
2e5f3a7 I'll give you everything I've got, and if you need more, I'll find it and give it to you. romance love Nora Roberts
ce6ce84 She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won. romance fear love demanding jondalar insistent Jean M. Auel
6d5f4f2 People say they find love, as if it were an object hidden under a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love. love Mitch Albom
39f2b73 Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own. love the-longest-ride nicholas-sparks her Nicholas Sparks
961f31c marriage is about becoming a team. You're going to spend the rest of your life learning about each other, and every now and then, things blow up. But the beauty of marriage is that if you picked the right person and you both love each other, you'll always figure out a way to get through it understanding marriage love perseverence Nicholas Sparks
3c9f11b It's one thing to have a goal, but it's quite another thing to actually accept the challenge, develop a strategy to press for the goal, make the sacrifices, pay the price to move forward, and blessing of blessing, to realize some part of it. women dream faith sacrifice god heart love develop goal challenge christian strategy Elizabeth George
2b468d3 If there is a heaven we will find each other again, for there is no heaven without you. love the-longest-ride nicholas-sparks you Nicholas Sparks
2bcfb40 Work on what is real rather than worry about what is unreal. mind women inspire god love unreal worry christian fake thought Elizabeth George
fa8f438 "Yes, there is something in me hateful, repulsive," thought Ljewin, as he came away from the Schtscherbazkijs', and walked in the direction of his brother's lodgings. "And I don't get on with other people. Pride, they say. No, I have no pride. If I had any pride, I should not have put myself in such a position"." marriage love ljewin levin pride Leo Tolstoy
3cd1c73 The author and intellectual Cornel West has said that 'justice is what love looks like in public.' I often think that neoliberalism is what lovelessness looks like as policy. politics love lovelessness liberalism justice Naomi Klein
da0511a "Kingsley smiled his Cheshire smile. And without a word, he called up the white darkness--the subvertio--a spell that unlocked what could not be unlocked, that destroyed what could not be destroyed. There was a rumbling, a shaking, like the strongest earthquake, and the iron gate crumbled, and the path began to melt. the demon shrieked, but Kingsley just looked at Mimi the entire time. "Azrael..." love mimi separation Melissa de la Cruz
1e1e648 "Good night! Good night! Far flies the light; But still God's love Shall shine above, light god love night Victor Hugo
16b86ce If I met you last night, and brought you back to my place, or followed you to yours, and we had sex, that's what we asked for from each other. It's what I got, and what you got. I don't know you. You don't know me. Thanks for playing, and we're done. If by some fluke anything was said at some point during this entire exchange that made me curious enough to see you again, I would. Has that happened before? A couple of times. Did it last? Clearly, no. love one-night-stand Tammara Webber
12d688e Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already. pain love Jack Kerouac
291eaf5 I just never noticed how little of me existed before. I was a shadow without a person. loneliness love Michael J. Sullivan
772bc77 I've finally experienced what the poet felt. The deep sense of loss after you've met the woman you love, have made love, then said goodbye. Like you're suffocating. The same emotion hasn't changed at all in a thousand years. love Haruki Murakami
6418ec9 Home is not a place, but rather, the people who love you. love jodi-picoult Jodi Picoult
cabce9e As a house can be only be built satisfactorily and durably when there is a foundation, and a picture can be painted only when there is something prepared to paint it on, so carnal love is only legitimate, reasonable, and lasting when it is based on the respect and love of one human being for another. sex marriage christianity love christian-marriage Leo Tolstoy
ca68262 I believed in happily ever after as much as anyone, because Jane Austen, Prince Charming, and Hugh Grant promised me it could happen. But maybe that particular delusion was universal. love happy-ever-after Robin Wasserman
9a46a2c Your mother said that Fraser sent her back to me, knowing that I would protect her--and you. ... And like him, perhaps I send you back, knowing---as he knew of me--that he will protect you with his life. I love you forever, Brianna. I know whose child you truly are. With all my love, Dad. fathers love daughters safety protection Diana Gabaldon
179019e I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do wit ye once I got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his bollucks, aye? romance love Diana Gabaldon
d22d9f0 Sin quitarme los ojos de encima, acerco aun mas su pupitre. - ?Sabes una cosa? - ?Que? - Que he entrado en tu blog. Ay, Dios. ?Como lo habia encontrado? Un momento; la pregunta que debia hacerme era la siguiente: ?por que lo habia encontrado? Mi blog no podia buscarse a traves de Google...Estaba flipando en colores. - Ya estas acosandome otra vez, ?no? ?Tengo que llamar a la poli para que te ponga una orden de alejamiento? - Ni en suenos, gatita - Sonrio - Ah, espera, que ya salgo en ellos, ?verdad? Puse los ojos en blanco. - Mas bien apareces en mis pesadillas, Daemon. (pag.154) - ?Me estas preguntando si me atraen las humanas? - dijo. El pelo le caia hacia delante en ondas. Unas gotitas de agua le recorrian los mechones y acababan salpicandome la mejilla - ?O si eres tu la que me atrae? Con las manos apoyadas en la roca, fue acercandose a mi lentamente. Muy pronto nos separaban solo unos milimetros...Sentia su respiracion como si fuera la mia, y cuando movio las caderas abri los ojos y ahogue un grito. Vaya que si funcionaba la cosa...Me despejo la duda de un plumazo. (pag. 240) - Si que es importante el helado - dije. - Es mi vida entera.- Dee tiro el monedero a Daemon, pero erro el objetivo - !Y tu me lo has quitado! (pag. 258 NUNCA TE METAS ENTRE DEE Y SU COMIDA, Y MENOS SI SE TRATA DE HELADO) - ?Lo estas pasando bien con...Ash? - ?Y tu con tu amiguito el pulpo? Me mordi el larbio. - Que simpatico eres, como siempre. ... - Estas...muy guapa, por cierto. Demasiado guapa para estar con ese idiota. Me sonroje y baje la vista. - ?Te has tomado algo? - Pues no, la verdad. ?Por que me lo preguntas, si puede saberse? - Porque nunca me dices nada agradable. - Touche. (pag. 303) - Recuerdame...que no te haga enfadar nunca mas !La leche! ?Eres agente secreto en tus ratos libres? ... Me recorrio la espalda con sus brazos y hundio una mano en los rizos que se me habian soltado del mono. - No me has hecho caso - susurro contra mi hombro. - Nunca te hago caso. (pag. 327) Daemon murmuro algo en un idioma desconocido. Era una lengua dulce y bonita. Magica. De otro planeta. Podria haberlo despertado, pero no lo hice sin saber demasiado bien por que. La emocion que sentia por el contacto con su piel era mas fuerte que todo lo demas. Daemon tenia una mano en el borde de mi camiseta, y los dedos encima del pedazo de piel que habia entre el borde de la camiseta y la cinturilla de los pantalones de pijama. La mano empezaba a abrirse paso por debajo de la camiseta, a traves de mi estomago, en la parte en que este empieza a descender. El pulso se me desboco. Me rozo las costillas con la punta de los dedos. Su cuerpo se movio y senti su rodilla contra mi. (pag. 338) O.O o_O OMG - Gatita - Ni aunque fueras el ultimo ser con aspecto humano sobre la faz de la Tierra ?Ahora lo entiendes? ?Capiche? ... - Ademnas, no me atraes nada - Mentira podrida - Pero vamos, nada de nada. Eres... De repente Daemon estaba delante de mi, a apenas un centimetro de mi rostro. - ?Que soy? - Ignorante -?Y que mas? - Prepotente, controlador...-...- Y un...cretino. - Venga ya, gatita, seguro que puedes hacerlo mejor - ... - Todavia no me creo que no te sientas atraida por mi. (pag. 360) - Seguro que hasta suenas conmigo - Bajo la vista hacia mis labios y senti que se despegaban - Seguro que escribes mi nombre en tus libretas, una y otra vez, rodeado por un corazoncito. Me rei. - En tus suenos, Daemon. Eres la ultima persona a la que... Daemon me beso (pag.361) Una sonrisa picara se le asomo a los labios. - ?Te das cuenta de que me encantan los retos? Me rei entre dientes y me volvi hacia la puerta mientras le dedicaba un gesto grosero con el dedo corazon. - Y a mi, Daemon; y a mi. (pag. 414) love daemon-and-katy daemon-black katy-swartz kitten obsidian Jennifer L. Armentrout
70f89d6 "But, Dad..." She hesitated. "It will mean raising me all over again. It means suffering through my childhood for a third time. No parent should be asked to do that." Sol managed a smile. "No parent would refuse that, Rachel." -- love parenting Dan Simmons
f842eb9 Getting in touch with the lovelessness within and letting that lovelessness speak its pain is one way to begin again on love's journey. In relationships, whether heterosexual or homosexual, the partner who is hurting often finds that their mate is unwilling to 'hear' the pain. Women often tell me that they feel emotionally beaten down when their partners refuse to listen or talk. When women communicate from a place of pain, it is often characterized as 'nagging.' Sometimes women hear repeatedly that their partners are 'sick of listening to this shit.' Both cases undermine self-esteem. Those of us who were wounded in childhood often were shamed and humiliated when we expressed hurt. It is emotionally devastating when the partners we have chosen will not listen. Usually, partners who are unable to respond compassionately when hearing us speak our pain, whether they understand it or not, are unable to listen because that expressed hurt triggers their own feelings of powerlessness and helplessness. Many men never want to feel helpless or vulnerable. They will, at times, choose to silence a partner with violence rather than witness emotional vulnerability. When a couple can identify this dynamic, they can work on the issue of caring, listening to each other's pain by engaging in short conversations at appropriate times (i.e., it's useless to try and speak your pain to someone who is bone weary, irritable, reoccupied, etc.). Setting a time when both individuals come together to engage in compassionate listening enhances communication and connection. When we are committed to doing the work of love we listen even when it hurts. pain love-quotes relationships love listening-to-others vulnerability-quotes listening-skills emotional-abuse communication listening vulnerable vulnerability bell hooks
d2c2a6e The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state. pain suffering love sublime soul Victor Hugo
199faf3 Maybe that's why I tend to equate physical beauty with qualities with which it has absolutely nothing to do. I see a pretty mouth or a moody pair of eyes and imagine all sorts of deep affinities, private kinships. Never mind that half a dozen jerks are clustered round the same person, just because they've been duped by the same pair of eyes. idealism beauty love attraction Donna Tartt
878be62 But you don't fuck me cold-heartedly,' she protested. 'I don't want to fuck you at all.' Lady Chatterly's Lover sex love lady-chatterly-s-lover fuck erotica D.H. Lawrence
eb38304 The world is a glorious place, and filled with so many unexpected moments that I'd get lumps in my throat, as though I were watching a bride walk down the aisle - moments as eternal and full of love as the lifting of veils, the saying of vows and the moment of the first wedded kiss. life love wedding Douglas Coupland
14513c9 Sometimes I am glad when Henry's gone, but I am always glad when he come's back love Audrey Niffenegger
5af6f79 Women have endeavored to guide men to love because patriarchal thinking has sanctioned this work even as it has undermined it by teaching men to refuse guidance...A useful gift all love's practitioners can give is the offering of forgiveness. It not only allows us to move away from blame, from seeing others as the cause of our sustained lovelessness, but it enables us to experience agency, to know we can be responsible for giving and finding love. love bell hooks
502a20c Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it? Love was what we had that no one else had or could ever have? And you were a genius and I was your whole life. I was your partner and your little black flower. Slop. Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine until I'm deaf with it. Love is that aborting horror you took me to. Love is my insides all messed up. It's half catheters and half whirling douches. I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like lysol. To hell with love. Love is you making me happy and then going off to sleep with your mouth open while I lie awake all night afraid to say my prayers even because I know I have no right to say anymore. Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book. All right. I'm through with you and I'm through with love. Your kind of picknose love. You writer. love Ernest Hemingway
8dae86d He truly believed that no one could love him, and no matter who you are, that hurts. It made you insecure. It made you want to hide and build fences love Harlan Coben
4bf258b Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man. sex man woman love Donna Woolfolk Cross
73f3daa This is something different again. A feeling of peace. The feeling you get when a recipe turns out perfectly right, a perfectly risen souffle, a flawless sauce hollandaise. It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her. love cooking Joanne Harris
ee9a927 Jivan: You think when you have love that love is easy to find, that everyone has it. It's not true. It's very hard to find. Nedra: I haven't been looking for it. Jivan: It's like a tree...It takes a long time to grow. It has roots very deep, and these roots stretch out a long way, farther than you know. You can't cut it, just like that. love James Salter
3d1587b The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology, and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice. But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science, instantly fades away. love body soul Milan Kundera
9755501 For the first time in a very long time, he yearned to see tomorrow. Tomorrow and the day after that and the year after that. There was a possibility that with Megs he might have a life to look forward to. And because of that, tonight he was going to hunt down a man and assassinate him in cold blood. This act would damn his very soul but for Megs it was worth it. For Meggie he would walk the fires of hell. love Elizabeth Hoyt
3ac1f5c When I was twelve I was obsessed. Everything was sex. Latin was sex. The dictionary fell open at 'meretrix', a harlot. You could feel the mystery coming off the word like musk. 'Meretrix'! This was none of your mensa-a-table, this was a flash from a forbidden planet, and it was everywhere. History was sex, French was sex, art was sex, the Bible, poetry, penfriends, games, music, everything was sex except biology which was obviously sex but not really sex, not the one which was secret and ecstatic and wicked and a sacrament and all the things it was supposed to be but couldn't be at one and the same time - I got that in the boiler room and it turned out to be biology after all. sex love virginity Tom Stoppard
f97e1a1 I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see. hatred poetry love Edmund Spenser
6e39cee But love doesn't always generate hope. Anyone who has ever experienced love knows that you can have too much love or too little. You can have love that parches, love that defeats. You can have love measured out in the wrong proportions. It's like your sunlight and water--the wrong kind of love is just as likely to stifle hope as it is to nourish it. love Kevin Brockmeier
8898c64 By revealing to Tomas her dream about jabbing needles under her fingernails, Tereza unwittingly revealed that she had gone through his desk. If Tereza had been any other woman, Tomas would never have spoken to her again. Aware of that, Tereza said to him, Throw me out! But instead of throwing her out, he seized her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers, because at that moment he himself felt the pain under her fingernails as surely as if the nerves of her fingers led straight to his own brain. Anyone who has failed to benefit from the Devil's gift of compassion (co-feeling) will condemn Tereza coldly for her deed, because privacy is sacred and drawers containing intimate correspondence are not to be opened. But because compassion was Tomas's fate (or curse), he felt that he himself had knelt before the open desk drawer, unable to tear his eyes from Sabina's letter. He understood Tereza, and not only was he incapable of being angry with her, he loved her all the more. empathy love Milan Kundera
1a35034 Falling in love is like that: you always feel like a dumbass at some point, even if you know it's coming -- it's unavoidable. love Kevin Hearne
c19befe "I hate to tell you, dragon, but that's an integral part of the whole usiness," he whispered. "If you're afraid to touch me then we're not going to get very far." She lifted her head to look at him. "I thought I could lie back and let you ravish me," she said with complete honesty. He shook his head, the smile hovering around his lips, his eyes intent. "This is a cooperative effort, my love. You have to do your part." romance love Anne Stuart
5a9f4b5 Love is the force that transforms and improves the Soul of the World.When I first reached through to it,I thought the Soul of the World was perfect.But later I could see that it was like other aspects of creation,and had its own passions and wars.It is we who nourish the Soul of the World,and the world we live in will be either better or worse,depending on whether we become better or worse.And that's where the power of love comes in.Because when we love,we always strive to become better than we are. love Paulo Coelho
aa6c26a "Tell me when you want to pick it up again." "Tell me when Satan starts a snowball fight." "I'll do that. Lunch?" humour love elena Kelley Armstrong
bf49641 You love because you want to need someone the way you did when you were a child, and have them need you too. You eat well because the intensity of taste reminds you of a need satisfied, a pain relieved. The finest paintings are nothing more than the red head of a flower, nodding in the breeze, when you were two years old; the most exciting film is just the way everything was, back in the days when you stared goggle-eyed at the whirling chaos all around you. All these things do is get the adult to shut up for a while, to open for just a moment a tiny sliding window in the cell deep inside, letting the pallid child peep hungrily out and drink the world in before darkness falls again. love art childhood Michael Marshall Smith
9c470c2 lHb y`ny 'n thtm bs`d@ shkhS akhr 'kthr mn htmmk bs`dtk 'nt , bGD lnZr `n md~ l'lm ldhy sysbbh lk qrrk love someone novel Nicholas Sparks
c4dc23b How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more. love mr-rochester jane-eyre Charlotte Brontë Brontë
97e1f4d ... your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me... madness love fury Charlotte Brontë
cf416b7 "Sestrilla, hafelina Jue amourasestrilla Awou jue selaviena En patre jue Translation: Beloved one, little cat I love you for all time love wild-rain forever Christine Feehan
77e2900 "You're very impatient," Violet said, facing the door. "You always have been." "I know," Eloise said, wondering if this was a scolding, and if so, why was her mother choosing to do it now? "I always loved that about you," Violet said. "I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything." Eloise wasn't so sure that sounded like such a good trait. "You wanted everything for everyone, and you wanted to know it all and learn it all, and . . ." For a moment Eloise thought her mother might be done, but then Violet turned around and added, "You've never been satisfied with second-best, and that's good, Eloise. I'm glad you never married any of those men who proposed in London. None of them would have made you happy. Content, maybe, but not happy." Eloise felt her eyes widen with surprise. "But don't let your impatience become all that you are," Violet said softly. "Because it isn't, you know. There's a great deal more to you, but I think sometimes you forget that." She smiled, the gentle, wise smile of a mother saying goodbye to her daughter." love mother Julia Quinn
9ac65b6 She is too perfect to be known by fragments. No mean brick shall be a specimen of the building of my palace. love poetic north-and-south Elizabeth Gaskell
5712f9e I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me. (Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my moments (Pause.) The dog's moments. relationship love krapp moments play Samuel Beckett
f299b29 "Think about what it would mean to fight," he said. "Say we barricade ourselves here in the hotel and refuse to leave. They come at us with their Weapon, whatever it is. Some of us are hurt, some die. We go out to meet them with whatever weapons we can find - sticks, maybe, or pieces of broken glass. We battle each other. Maybe they set fire to the hotel. Maybe we march into the village and steal food from them nad they come after us and beat us. We beat them back. In the end, maybe we damage them so badly that they're too weak to make us leave. What do we have? Friends and neighbors and families dead. A place half destroyed, and those left in it full of hatred for us. And we ourselves will have to live with the memory of the terrible things we have done." war love inspirational Jeanne DuPrau
4da9b5e By the end of the evening I was like a man, terribly in love with her face and body, which promised so much, and I hated the self created in her by others. Others feel because of her; and because of her, others write poetry; because of her, others hate; others, like Henry, love her in spite of themselves. passion love Anaïs Nin
e7529e5 A flock of butterflies riots in my stomach and steals my breath. love Stephenie Meyer
edf5901 There was hardly a touch of earth in her love for Clare. To her sublime trustfulness he was all that goodness could be--knew all that a guide, philosopher, and friend should know. She thought every line in the contour of his person the perfection of masculine beauty, his soul the soul of a saint, his intellect that of a seer. The wisdom of her love for him, as love, sustained her dignity; she seemed to be wearing a crown. The compassion of his love for her, as she saw it, made her lift up her heart to him in devotion. He would sometimes catch her large, worshipful eyes, that had no bottom to them looking at him from their depths, as if she saw something immortal before her. love dignity Thomas Hardy
ab8cacf It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out. love Francesca Lia Block
f7da26c (But he could not bring himself to say he loved her; not in so many words.) humour love Virginia Woolf
5b9bf29 He didn't like her. He really didn't, but by God, he'd have sold a piece of his soul right then to dance with her love Julia Quinn
447f864 And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love? religion love separateness rooms mystery Virginia Woolf
d239cd8 "I love her with all my soul. Why, she is a child! She's a child now -- a real child. Oh! you know nothing about it at all, I see." "And are you assured, at the same time, that you love Aglaya too?" "Yes -- yes -- oh; yes!" "How so? Do you want to make out that you love them BOTH?" "Yes -- yes -- both! I do!" "Excuse me, prince, but think what you are saying! Recollect yourself!" "Without Aglaya -- I -- I MUST see Aglaya! -- I shall die in my sleep very soon -- I thought I was dying in my sleep last night. Oh! if Aglaya only knew all -- I mean really, REALLY all! Because she must know ALL -- that's the first condition towards understanding. Why cannot we ever know all about another, especially when that other has been guilty? But I don't know what I'm talking about -- I'm so confused. You pained me so dreadfully. Surely -- surely Aglaya has not the same expression now as she had at the moment when she ran away? Oh, yes! I am guilty and I know it -- I know it! Probably I am in fault all round -- I don't quite know how -- but I am in fault, no doubt. There is something else, but I cannot explain it to you, Evgenie Pavlovitch. I have no words; but Aglaya will understand. I have always believed Aglaya will understand -- I am assured she will." "No, prince, she will not. Aglaya loved like a woman, like a human being, not like an abstract spirit. Do you know what, my poor prince? The most probable explanation of the matter is that you never loved either the one or the other in reality." love innocence Fyodor Dostoyevsky
8015c93 Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty too. love beauty-in-nature Lloyd Alexander
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be9f4bb His consolation was that at least he had known her as the world had not, and the pain of living without her was no more than a penalty he paid for the privilege of having been young with her. What once was life, he thought, is always life and he knew that her image would preside in his intellect as a sort of measure and standard of brightness and repose. love Colm Tóibín
9e20b12 what time can be more beautiful than the one in which the finest virtues, innocent cheerfulness and indefinable longing for love constitute the sole motives of your life? love innocence childhood Leo Tolstoy
91f130e "It's the same struggle for each of us, and the same path out: the utterly simple, infinitely wise ultimately defiant act of loving one thing and then another, loving our way back to life... Maybe being perfectly happy is not really the point. Maybe that is only some modern American dream of the point, while the truer measure of humanity is the distance we must travel in our lives, time and again, "twixt two extremes of passion--joy and grief," as Shakespeare put it. However much I've lost, what remains to me is that I can still speak to name the things I love. And I can look for safety in giving myself away to the world's least losable things." grief joy life love salvation Barbara Kingsolver
521c89a Yes, red-to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours. Golden hair wouldn't suit you at all Queen Anne-My Queen Anne-queen of my heart and life and home. love gilbert L.M. Montgomery
4a2fe8f It took so long to find you...and now I don't want it to change. I want it all set in amber. I want us and nobody else in the most selfish way you can imagine. I can't help it--I'm old-fashioned. I believe marriage is between a man and a man. jealousy passion love joyful-living selfishness possessiveness desire Armistead Maupin
c959ccd I know that a pretty doll, a fair fool, might do well enough for the honeymoon; but when passion cooled, how dreadful to find a lump of wax and wood laid in my bosom, a half-idiot clasped in my arms, and to remember that I had made of this my equal- nay, my idol- to know that I must pass the rest of my dreary life with a creature incapable of understanding what I said, of appreciating what I thought, or of sympathising with what I felt! love Charlotte Brontë
9c28e24 What could my mother be to yours? What kin is my father to yours anyway? And how did you and I meet ever? But in love our hearts have mingled like red earth and pouring rain. poetry love kinship Vikram Chandra
e53c5b8 Often we fail to consider the fact that our social, spiritual, and intellectual interests are miles apart. Our value systems and goals are contradictory, but we are in love. marriage relationship love short-term-feeling successful-marriage falling-in-love Gary Chapman
93e0262 ymknk 'n tSbH wHydan wtmDy qdman fy Hytk GDban `l~ l`lm 'jm` ; ymknk 'n tsnshyT GDban l~ 'n y'ty lywm ldhy tqtl fyh zmlk . 'w ymknk yjd mkhrjan lHbk Hyth syuqdr Hbk wtkwn mHbwban blmqbl love Jodee Blanco
142e559 She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead. love electricity Francesca Lia Block
b1cb2fe Olivia sat back and propped her half-boots on the table. 'So far it's working. He has to return to me because I have his sister hostage.' She briefly put her fingertips to her lips. 'Did I just say that? I mean I'm protecting the baby sister and earning his trust humor love unrequited-love Kresley Cole
7ff65e0 The journey is everything. Most necessary of all, but rarest good fortune, we should try to find some man of our own sort who will go with us and to whom we can say the first thing that comes into our heads. For pleasure has no relish unless we share it. love journeys Virginia Woolf
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