0ff945a
|
I've been fighting to be who I am all my life. What's the point of being who I am, if I can't have the person who was worth all the fighting for?
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lover
humour
relationships
romance
funny
spiritual
love
inspirational
wife
husband
fighting
sweet
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Stephanie Lennox |
e126e92
|
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.
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love
bittersweet
hazel-grace
the-fault-in-our-stars
sweet
sad
|
John Green |
acb8b0a
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"Want to play baseball?'" she asked. Shane's eyes opened, and he stopped stroking her hair. "What?'" "First base,'" she said. "You're already there.'" "I'm not running the bases.'" "Well, you could at least steal second.'" "Jeez, Claire. I used to distract myself with sports stats at times like these, but now you've gone and ruined it."
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|
morganvillevampires
sweet
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Rachel Caine |
b5e0cd1
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"Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa." "What does it mean?" "You're beautiful." --
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love
carlos-fuentes
rules-of-attraction
sweet
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Simone Elkeles |
ed97569
|
"Look at the time." I tipped my chin toward the clock. "It's past midnight. It's January second. You lost." For several moments he stared at the clock like it was an Arum he was about to blast into the next county and then his eyes found mine. Daemon smiled. "No. I didn't lose. I still won."
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|
katy
sweet
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
ededd07
|
Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master
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inspirational
poetic
sweet
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Maggie Stiefvater |
6b8f10a
|
"I'm not ill like that," she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help. "Then it what way?" "I,uh..." Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. "My monthly cycles finally came back!" His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. "I-if...Then I'll take my leave," he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond."
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captain-of-the-guard
monthly-cycles
sarah-j-mass
chaol
chaolaena
chaol-westfall
celaena
celaena-sardothien
sweet
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Sarah J. Maas |
2301991
|
Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she'd never even suspected that it could feel this way.
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morganville-vampires
sweet
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Rachel Caine |
7da882b
|
"Claire. Wake up." She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane's shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn't realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michael's part of the couch was empty, Shane hadn't moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice."
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|
sweet
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Rachel Caine |
76936d5
|
"The necklace was a good excuse," he murmured. "For what?" "I thought maybe I could go to Charleston and show up at your front door to give this back and maybe... you might let me in. Or something. I was worried that another male would court you, so I've been trying to go as fast as I could. I mean, I figured maybe if I could read, and if I took a little better care of myself, and if I tried to stop being such a mean-ass motherfucker..." He shook his head. "But don't misunderstand. It's not like I expected you to be happy to see me. I was just... you know, hoping... coffee. Tea. Chance to talk. Or some shit. Friends, maybe. Except if you had a male, he wouldn't allow that. So, yeah, that's why I've been hurrying." His yellow eyes lifted to hers. He was wincing, as if he were afraid of what might be showing on her face. "Friends?" she said. "Yeah... I mean, I wouldn't disgrace you by asking for more than that. I know that you regret... Anyway, I just couldn't let you go without... Yeah, so... friends."
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tear-jerker
sweet
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J.R. Ward |
d9a286f
|
"Dear Max - You looked so beautiful today. I'm going to remember what you looked like forever. ... And I hope you remember me the same way - clean, ha-ha. I'm glad our last time together was happy. But I'm leaving tonight, leaving the flock, and this time it's for good. I don't know if I'll ever see any of you again. The thing is, Max, that everyone is a little bit right. Added up all together, it makes this one big right. Dylan's a little bit right about how my being here might be putting the rest of you in danger. The threat might have been just about Dr. Hans, but we don't know that for sure. Angel is a little bit right about how splitting up the flock will help all of us survive. And the rest of the flock is a little bit right about how when you and I are together, we're focused on each other - we can't help it. The thing is, Maximum, I love you. I can't help but be focused on you when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be next to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're the one who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you at my back. When we're together, the sun is shining. When we're apart, everything is in shades of gray. I hope you'll forgive me someday for turning our worlds into shades of gray - at least for a while. ... You're not at your best when you're focused on me. I mean, you're at your best Maxness, but not your best leaderness. I mostly need Maxness. The flock mostly needs leaderness. And Angel, if you're listening to this, it ain't you, sweetie. Not yet. ... At least for a couple more years, the flock needs a leader to survive, no matter how capable everyone thinks he or she is. The truth is that they do need a leader, and the truth is that you are the best leader. It's one of the things I love about you. But the more I thought about it, the more sure I got that this is the right thing to do. Maybe not for you, or for me, but for all of us together, our flock. Please don't try to find me. This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, besides wearing that suit today, and seeing you again will only make it harder. You'd ask me to come back, and I would, because I can't say no to you. But all the same problems would still be there, and I'd end up leaving again, and then we'd have to go through this all over again. Please make us only go through this once. ... I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping. I love your hair streaming out behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it. I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny, downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me. ... You're the best warrior I know, the best leader. You're the most comforting mom we've ever had. You're the biggest goofball, the worst driver, and a truly lousy cook. You've kept us safe and provided for us, in good times and bad. You're my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, with wings or without. ... Tell you what, sweetie: If in twenty years we haven't expired yet, and the world is still more or less in one piece, I'll meet you at the top of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. You know the one. Twenty years from today, if I'm alive, I'll be there, waiting for you. You can bet on it. Good-bye, my love.
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love
maximum
patterson
max
james
letter
ride
sweet
teen
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James Patterson |
63674af
|
"I've never been the one. Not for anybody." He closed the distance between them. "You'll get used to it." He tipped her face up to his, kissed her. "Why? Why am I the one?" "Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it."
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marriage
romance
love
sweet
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Nora Roberts |
7a870c2
|
"At least I don't look like a Christmas tree." "You look like the star atop the tree."
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|
daemon
katy
heartwarming
sweet
compliment
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
7a943cd
|
Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.
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|
violence
love
offense
shoot
kick
sweet
joke
intimacy
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Raymond Carver |
dc09b05
|
"The cord pulled taut and she rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As her velocity slowed, she opened her eyes and found herself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above Jace. He was grinning. "Nice," he said. "As graceful as a falling snowflake." "Was I screaming?" She asked, genuinely curious. "You know, on the way down." He nodded. "Thankfully no one's home, or they would have assumed I was murdering you." "Ha. You can't even reach me." She kicked out a leg and spun lazily in midair. Jace's eyes glinted. "Want to bet?" Clary knew that expression. "No," she said quickly. "Whatever you're going to do-" But he'd already done it. When Jace moved fast, his individual movements were almost invisible. She saw his hand go to his belt, and then something flashed in the air. She heard the sound of parting fabric as the cord above her head was sheared through. Released, she fell freely, too surprised to scream- directly into Jace's arms. The force knocked him backward, and they sprawled together onto one of the padded floor mats, Clary on top of him. He grinned up at her. "Now," he said, "that was much better. You didn't scream at all." "I didn't get the chance." She was breathless, and not just from the impact of the fall. Being sprawled on top of Jace, feeling his body against hers, made her hands shake and her heart beat faster."
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romance
funny
humor
love
city-of-fallen-angels
clary-fray
the-mortal-instruments
jace-wayland
sweet
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Cassandra Clare |
dda09f5
|
"I promise you that this isn't going to be our future, Kitten. I will give that to you--a normal life." Her eyes glistened. "I don't expect a normal life. I just expect a life with you"
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live
life
sweet
promise
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
3f17b19
|
All I think of ever is that I love you.
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|
love
you
think
gloria
sweet
|
F. Scott Fitzgerald |
fd72832
|
"Flipping to the front, I caught Aiden's gaze and offered a sympathetic smile. "Skittles?" "Please." I dumped some into his open palm, then picked out the green ones. Aiden grinned at me. "You know I don't like the green ones?" Shrugging, I popped them in my mouth. "The few times I've seen you eat them, you leave the green ones behind." Deacon popped his head between our seats. "That's true love right there." "That it is." Aiden's gaze flicked to the road. I flushed like a little schoolgirl and focused on the remaining pieces of candy until Deacon drifted back into his seat. I handed all the red ones to Aiden."
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|
love
sweet
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
662c9a0
|
"He understood how dangerous oaths could be. But Leo didn't care. "I'm coming back for you, Calypso," he said to the night wind. "I swear it on the River Styx."
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sweet
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Rick Riordan |
e6c1f42
|
I knew in that moment, I would never love anyone in my life the way I loved Evan Mathews.
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|
love
reason-to-breathe
emma-thomas
evan-mathews
rebecca-donovan
sweet
|
Rebecca Donovan |
ab20dc2
|
"I'm sorry I can't do more. But happy birthday, Sadie." He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips."
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|
kiss
love
birthday
cute
sadie-kane
sweet
lips
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Rick Riordan |
9c53278
|
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes--and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's.
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love
sweet
uncle
|
William Shakespeare |
170a2f1
|
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
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|
dreams
inspirational
sweet
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Martin Luther King Jr. |
d6798fb
|
I have a dream." "Is your dream very big?" "No." "Well is it very grand?" "Not either." "Neither?" "Neither." "What is it then?" "It is very shiny.
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|
inspirational-attitude
inspirational-life
inspirational-quotes
dreams
inspiring
inspirational
heartwarming
dreaming
sweet
dreams-inspirational
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C. JoyBell C. |
8460397
|
"Sleep, my love," He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. "I'll be here to watch over you." "You sleep too," she said groggily, her hand creeping to the center of his chest. "No." McKenna smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. His voice was husky with wonder. "Not when staying awake is better than anything I could find in a dream."
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|
lovers
romantic
love
post-coital
sweet
|
Lisa Kleypas |
a038a29
|
"You know a lot about math," I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of "Hey, you have hair and it's red and curly." Real smooth."
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|
echo-and-noah
katie-mcgarry
echo-emerson
noah-hutchins
pushing-the-limits
sweet
|
Katie McGarry |
67b6cdf
|
"Does it hurt?" He bent his head and lightly kissed her forehead. "Only when I laugh." "I'll try not to be funny." "Epic fail, beautiful."
|
|
funny
shane-collins
sweet
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Rachel Caine |
a31162e
|
"There's always tomorrow." I followed him. "Tomorrow's not going to change anything." "We'll see." "There's nothing to see. You're wasting your time." "When it concerns you, it's never a waste of my time," he replied."
|
|
aww
j-lynn
jennifer-l-armentrout
wait-for-you
cam
cute
sweet
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
c61ee86
|
"But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart."
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|
romance
relationship
sweet
|
Diana Gabaldon |
d152784
|
Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?
|
|
dreams
brief
sweet
|
Stephen King |
8874c9e
|
Love you! Girl, you're in the very core of my heart. I hold you there like a jewel. Didn't I promise you I'd never tell you a lie? Love you! I love you with all there is of me to love. Heart, soul, brain. Every fibre of body and spirit thrilling to the sweetness of you. There's nobody in the world for me but you, Valancy.
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|
romantic
valancy
the-blue-castle
sweet
|
L.M. Montgomery |
a51ece4
|
I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.
|
|
sweet
|
Cassandra Clare |
120f870
|
-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!
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|
sweet
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Cornelia Funke |
480934f
|
A moment later, he plopped down on the sand beside her, and when they accidentally touched, Gabby had the briefest flash of them sitting together just like this on a hundred different weekends in the future.
|
|
sweet
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Nicholas Sparks |
8d23667
|
"To four years until freedom," she said lifting her glass. He raised his in salute. "To you, Celaena." Their eyes met, and Chaol didn't hide his smile as she grinned at him. Perhaps four years with her might not be enough."
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|
future
four-years
throne-of-glass
sweet
|
Sarah J. Maas |
f30bcc4
|
"He leaned toward me and delicately grazed my lips with his. The tease left me breathless, burning for more. "I keep having to remind myself that I can do that," he smirked."
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|
kiss
love
reason-to-breathe
emma-thomas
evan-mathews
rebecca-donovan
sweet
|
Rebecca Donovan |
495864d
|
"Noah drew me closer to him. "It's okay. I've got you."
|
|
love
noah-and-echo
katie-mcgarry
noah-hutchins
pushing-the-limits
sweet
|
Katie McGarry |
53dc608
|
"Fuck," he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. "You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night." "I'm not drunk." He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. "Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me." I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. "Well, that was...really sort of perfect."
|
|
true-love
j-lynn
jennifer-l-armentrout
wait-for-you
cam
sweet
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
da7fe80
|
"Noah?" A welcome voice - not my mother's, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I left the bathroom."
|
|
love
katie-mcgarry
echo-emerson
noah-hutchins
towel
pushing-the-limits
sweet
|
Katie McGarry |
0233fbc
|
I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you're not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet.
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|
seventeen
sweet-sixteen
sixteen
sweet
teens
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Francine Pascal |
366288e
|
"I'll accept your apology on one condition." He folded his arms across his chest. "Anything?" "You trust me." I cocked my head to the side. "I trust you, Cam." "No, you don't." He walked over to my small table and pulled out a chair. "Have a seat." Sitting down, I tugged the hem of his shirt down as he headed back to the stove, putting the tiny skillet over the burner. "If you trusted me, you wouldn't have reacted the way you did," he simply said, cracking an egg. "And that's not me judging you or any of that kind of shit. You got to trust me that I'm not going to be an ass or freak out over that kind of stuff. You have to trust that I care enough about you."
|
|
j-lynn
jennifer-l-armentrout
wait-for-you
cam
caring
sweet
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
2e6def4
|
Be beautiful for yourself, Janie. And only if you want to. If a man is worthy of you, he'll see more beauty in who you are than in what you look like.
|
|
love
inspirational
janie
sweet
|
Penny Reid |
93c5abd
|
"Wait." I began to pull off his jacket. "You forgot this." "Keep it," he said without looking back. "I'll get it from you on Monday. When we discuss tutoring." And Noah Hutchins - girl-using stoner boy and jacket-loaning savior - faded into the shadows."
|
|
echo-and-noah
katie-mcgarry
echo-emerson
noah-hutchins
pushing-the-limits
sweet
|
Katie McGarry |
3bd05a3
|
"Young friends, whose string-and-tin-can phone extended from island to island, had to pay out more and more string, as if letting kites go higher and higher. They had more and more to tell each other, and less and less string. The boy asked the girl to say "I love you" into her can, giving her no further explanation. And she didn't ask for any, or say "That's silly," or "We're too young for love," or even suggest that she was saying "I love you" because he asked her to. Instead she said, "I love you." The words traveled through the long, long string. The boy covered his can with a lid, removed it from the string, and put her love for him on a shelf in his closet. Of course, he never could open the can, because then he would lose its contents. It was enough just to know it was there."
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|
love
sweet
|
Jonathan Safran Foer |
c902870
|
"His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. "Is this the part where I kiss you?" "If you like." "Oh," he said, "I like."
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|
kiss
the-morganville-vampires
eve-rosser
michael-glass
rachel-caine
sweet
|
Rachel Caine |
72b1429
|
"Knowing you were right down the hall was way too hard. I couldn't do it," Evan declared, sliding under the covers next to me."
|
|
reason-to-breathe
emma-thomas
evan-mathews
rebecca-donovan
sweet
|
Rebecca Donovan |
4bc6615
|
And you are mine, and you will be mine. They will not get you. - Eric from Dead and Gone
|
|
romantic
sweet
|
Charlaine Harris |
03ea412
|
I don't care about anything. But I care about you.
|
|
love-quotes
love
isla-and-the-happily-ever-after
sweet
|
Stephanie Perkins |
1e10484
|
Now Doon seemed to care for his new friends more than he did for her. Every time she thought about him she felt a thud of pain, like a bruised place inside her.
|
|
loneliness
sadness
friendship
city-of-ember
jeanne-duprau
lef-out
people-of-sparks
sweet
longing
|
Jeanne DuPrau |
80c5c24
|
"You are not showing her my baby pictures!" He sounded horrified, which made me laugh. "Come on, Evan," I teased with a laughing smile, "you were adorable."
|
|
funny
love
reason-to-breathe
baby-pictures
emma-thomas
evan-mathews
rebecca-donovan
breathing
sweet
|
Rebecca Donovan |
014ec2f
|
Some nights, we were a city of two.
|
|
friends
holoscaust
sweet
sad
night
|
Jerry Spinelli |
96cb6c5
|
We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.
|
|
pure
sweet
|
Honoré de Balzac |
6d42662
|
"Why?" I asked him tiredly. "What would it have changed? What could you possibly have said that would have made a difference?" "That I was your brother, Harry," he said. "That I loved you. That I knew a few things about denying the dark parts of your nature. And that we would get through it." He put his elblows on his knees and rested his forehead on his hands. "That we'd figure it out. That you weren't alone." Stab. Twist. He was right. It was just that simple."
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|
sweet
family-love
not-alone
regret
|
Jim Butcher |
5de959a
|
"Hell, yes. I love you; that's not going to change. I want this, I want you, and I think . . . Oh hell, here comes the Dawson's Creek." He grimaced and I chuckled in spite of the moment. His gaze grew wistful, and he looked so young. "I don't want to put things off, even though we haven't been together a really long time. I don't want to wait--you never know what can . . . Look. I adore you, and I want a home. Again. With you."
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|
simon-parker
sincerity
sweet
|
Alice Clayton |
6de9451
|
Why does the forbidden always add that edge of sweetness?
|
|
romance
forbidden
excitement
edge
taboo
sweet
pleasure
|
Robin Hobb |
d49320d
|
This pure little drop from a pure little source was too sweet: it penetrated deep, and subdued the heart
|
|
heart
tear
sweet
|
Charlotte Brontë |
27261a3
|
No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.
|
|
echoes
made
recapture
summers
truly
clouds
once
sound
electric
wars
long
forgotten
sweet
trapped
sad
lost
|
Ray Bradbury |
4044769
|
"She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformed into something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone else. Sometimes she feels frightened." He pauses, and adds in a softer voice, "Sometimes she feels unloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are most important to her."s"
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|
feeling-loved
sweet
sad
|
Sophie Kinsella |
72d68bf
|
Mumbai is the sweet, sweaty smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love. It's the smell of Gods, demons, empires, and civilizations in resurrection and decay. Its the blue skin-smell of the sea, no matter where you are in the island city, and the blood metal smell of machines. It smells of the stir and sleep and the waste of sixty million animals, more than half of them humans and rats. It smells of heartbreak, and the struggle to live, and of the crucial failures and love that produces courage. It smells of ten thousand restaurants, five thousand temples, shrines, churches and mosques, and of hunderd bazaar devoted exclusively to perfume, spices, incense, and freshly cut flowers. That smell, above all things - is that what welcomes me and tells me that I have come home. Then there were people. Assamese, Jats, and Punjabis; people from Rajasthan, Bengal, and Tamil Nadu; from Pushkar, Cochin, and Konark; warrior caste, Brahmin, and untouchable; Hindi, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Jain, Parsee, Animist; fair skin and dark, green eyes and golden brown and black; every different face and form of that extravagant variety, that incoparable beauty, India.
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|
sleep
hate
human
hope
love
smell-sea
mumbai
shantaram
colour
empire
sweat
sweet
beautiful
city
|
Gregory David Roberts |
6e2a338
|
"I thought if you wore that, no matter what face you saw every morning in the mirror," he said in his deep voice, "you'll never forget who you really are." My eyes filling with tear, I held my hand out across the tabletop. He grasped my fingers, his grip strong and reassuring. "As if I ever could," I said, my voice clogged with emotion, "with you around to remind me."
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|
sweet
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Meg Cabot |
3aaaafd
|
I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.
|
|
kiss
love
sweet
|
Juliet Marillier |
66d547c
|
"A breath?" she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed very forward. He might remember it, and make assumptions."
|
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funny
cute
sweet
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Garth Nix |
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[Patricia Highsmith] was a figure of contradictions: a lesbian who didn't particularly like women; a writer of the most insightful psychological novels who, at times, appeared bored by people; a misanthrope with a gentle, sweet nature.
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psychological
writer
nature
people
women
writing
gentle
misanthrope
contradictions
lesbian
novels
insightful
sweet
like
insight
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Andrew Wilson |
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"I slept in myself, didn't get up until about nine." "Has anyone looked outside, checked to see if the world is still spinning on its axis?" "At which time," he continued dryly, "I had a workout--I had souffle, too. Then, before I came down here to enjoy one of my gifts, I worked about an hour in my office."
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romance
roarke
sweet
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J.D. Robb |
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"Eleanore," he whispered again, tilting his head to mine, his lips skimming past my cheek, his breath in my ear. "I'd wait forever for you, you know. If it mattered. If you'd care." "I do care," I whispered back, miserable. His fingers tightened, warm and firm. "No, you don't. Not the way I mean. Not yet."
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touching-moments
sweet
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Shana Abe |
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he asked. He rubbed his fingers together. Unsure where this was headed, I shook my head. He reached over the counter and grabbed a knife. He cut the burger in half and slid the plate between us. Noah took another bite of his half. I smacked my lips like a cartoon character and bit into the succulent burger. When the juicy meat touched my tongue, I closed my eyes and moaned. The burger caught in my throat and I choked. Noah stifled a laugh while sliding my water toward me. If only drinking it would erase the annoying blush on my cheeks.
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money
humor
echo-emerson
noah-hutchins
dinero
fries
hungry
cash
nice
sweet
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Katie McGarry |
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He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.
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sex
romantic
romance
beauty
love
female
nudity
face
feminine
sweet
sexy
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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"What if I'll always be the person on the outside? The person who doesn't belong." "You belong, Echo," he says against my temple. "Right here with me."
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noah-hutchins
outsider
sweet
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Katie McGarry |
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He had seen bigger men than he with mummy's handkerchief clutched in on hand and a bloody dagger in the other.
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men
love
psycho
dagger
mom
sweet
dangerous
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Eoin Colfer |
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And he listened to me. That was the thing he did, as if he was trying to fill himself up with all the sound he could hear.
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the-illustrated-man
sweet
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Ray Bradbury |
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My fourteen-year-old sister Lara is a brat. Unfortunately, no one sees it but me. To everyone else, she's adorable. She's tiny and blonde and sweet and as helpless as a kitten. Chloe reminded me of Lara, at first. The difference, as I discovered, is that Chloe really is as sweet as she seems and she isn't as helpless as she looks.
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tori
helpless
lara
sweet
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Kelley Armstrong |
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Her eyes widened in panic. I paused. She smiled. She blushed and lifted on her tiptoes to kiss me.
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chloe
derek
sweet
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Kelley Armstrong |
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With the long hours of daylight in the Alaska summers, the gardens served up a cornucopia of amazing and extra-large produce.
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romance
funny
clean
sweet
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Debbie Macomber |
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Remember, good things come to those who wait.
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romance
funny
clean
sweet
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Debbie Macomber |
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The imposter's long, sturdy traveling cloak covered plain, dark, modest traveling clothes. Like the duchess, she was tall and well-rounded, and she spoke with the duchess's aristocratic accent. Also like the duchess, she wore her black hair smoothed back from her face. Yet for the discerning eye, the differences were obvious. The imposter had a sweeter, rounder face, dominated by large blue eyes striking in their serenity. Her voice was husky, warm, rich. Her hands rested calmly at her waist, and she moved with serene grace, not at all with the brisk certainty of the duchess. She was slow to smile, slow to frown, and never laughed with glorious freedom. Indeed, she seemed to weigh each emotion before allowing it egress, as if sometime in the past every drop of impulsiveness had been choked from her. It wasn't that she was morose, but she was observant, composed, and far too quiet.
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duchess
serene
eleanor-de-lacy
sweet
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Christina Dodd |
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With a quick thank-you, I focused my attention on the pastry he brought. The flavors melted in my mouth- warm chocolate and melted butter and the flaky sweet crust. This was what I loved about France. A keen appreciation for the simplicity and sweetness of life. The French seemed to savor their minutes along with their food.
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croissant
taste
sweet
france
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Melanie Dobson |
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"He cupped my face in his hands and wiped my tears with his thumbs. "Better?"
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romantic
t-j
sweet
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Tracey Garvis-Graves |