I may tear you apart but I'll put you back together.
Donna SchoenrockStichwörter: love heartbreak lovers heartache lovers-quarrels
...because love is continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.
Milan KunderaStichwörter: life love lovers interrogation
I have not betrayed Julia.
George OrwellStichwörter: love betrayal lovers
For those special moments you never want to forget. When it comes to you, all I need is a pencil
Ethan
He trailed his eyes down over her beautiful breasts then told her, “You’re going to keep your mouth shut and I’m going togive you that Orgasm you asked for.” He thought for a moment she was going to tell him to get lost, but instead she leaned her head back against the wall and pushed her hips out toward him.
Ella FrankStichwörter: family-relationships lovers contemporary-romance
He paused leaning over to lay his lips on hers, “It’s time to feel again. Let me save you from yourself. You were drowning when I found you, but I’m not letting you go, not without a fight.” He kissed her sweetly and moved back standing up and over her. Lena looked up at his out stretched hand.
“Take my hand Lena.” He offered and she knew he meant it in a way that went far beyond offering to help her stand.
Stichwörter: family-relationships lovers contemporary-romance
I believe in fate and I believe you were supposed to walk into my life, so Mason could walk into yours.
Ella FrankStichwörter: family-relationships lovers contemporary-romance
I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .
The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires
shall duly flame again.
Stichwörter: lost lost-love lovers the-notebook
The thing about the sun… is that it’s always there. Like sometimes, you can’t see it, but it never really goes away.
Stephenie MeyerStichwörter: lovers
Some of the dairy people, who were also out of doors on the first Sunday evening after their engagement, heard her impulsive speeches, ecstasized to fragments, though they were too far off to hear the words discoursed; noted the spasmodic catch in her remarks, broken into syllables by the leapings of her heart, as she walked leaning on his arm; her contented pauses, the occassional laugh upon which her soul seemed to ride - the laugh of a woman in company with the man she loves and has won from all other women - unlike anything else in nature. They marked the buoyancy of her tread, like the skim of a bird which has not yet alighted.
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