Soldiers in the heat of battle; death-row prisoners; explorers stranded in deserts, jungles, on mountaintops; anyone sick or lost or just tired and bewildered: we all wanted our mothers.
Marisa de los SantosI don’t think love is blind, true love is probably the most clear-eyed state of being there is.’
‘Maybe you’re right. Maybe with true love, you see and you love anyway…
Sometimes, happiness feels so fragile…So what do we do about it?...Live. Forget that it’s fragile. Live like it isn’t
Marisa de los SantosIt was the first time! Just because there weren’t fireworks the first time doesn’t mean there will never be fireworks. We’re human; we’re adults; we teach each other; we communicate; fireworks don’t just go off, wham-bang; fireworks evolve!’
Awestruck by the utter, asinine nonsense of this metaphor, everyone is still. Into the stillness, the ample woman drops the word ‘Wrong.’ Then she says it again. ‘Wrong…I’m talking about science…Pheromones.’ The woman turns to Cornelia. ‘The chemicals in his body call out. The chemicals in your body answer. It either happens or it doesn’t.’
On top of being dumb, Cornelia is dumbfounded.
You mustn't let men drive you to mangling the English language, no matter how sweet they are.
Marisa de los SantosStichwörter: real-life funny-humor
Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.
Marisa de los SantosStichwörter: similes description personification
Soon, the two of them would leave this spot. . . walk into the house and into a whole changed world. . .
Marisa de los SantosStichwörter: friendship love life-s-changes
Honestly, William, time?' his mother had snapped. 'Distance? Those things have nothing whatsoever to do with love. Who knows that better than you?
Marisa de los SantosStichwörter: love
Since you left there's been a you-shaped space beside me, all the time. It never goes away.
Marisa de los SantosThe sight made her ache. How can I not touch you? she thought hopelessly, and then she was doing it, her fingers on his wrist. He didn't jump or even look at her, just stopped writing. Neither one of them moved, nothing moved, and the whole thing lasted three or four seconds at most, but when Pen took her hand away and started to breathe again, her chest hurt, as though she had been holding her breath for a very long time.
Marisa de los SantosStichwörter: friendship love desire
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