Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
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I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.
Slash ColemanTag: life inspirational art friend friendship friends past future happiness love passion writing identity adventure loss stories faith lack-of-love marriage relationships moving-on creativity living risk trust believe hurt chance self-help memoir discovery remember chaos writer love-at-first-sight lovers couples breaking-up writers-on-writing broken-heart writing-life truths single broken-hearted being lovers-quarrels break-up breakups heart-ache online-dating love-hurts lovers-love-story broken-hearted-quotes lovers-sadness writers-quotes heart-break writers-life
Some love comes like the wind off the sea, while others grow slowly from the seeds of friendship and kindness.
Raymond E. FeistTag: friendship kindness love love-at-first-sight friendzone
And there, tucked in his soul, was the love he felt for Sabella since the moment he had seen her.
Lora LeighTag: love-at-first-sight lora-leigh noah nathan malone sabella
She looked around the room, glanced over him and Micah waited.
Her Gaze passed him, then again. On the third pass she lingered as she continued to watch her, allowing his gaze to memorize those features just before her eyes met his.
A jolt od power flashed through him. Her ligth blue eyes flickered with interest, fear, then interest again, as though she wasn't certain which she should feel.
He let his gaze continue to hers, let his mind reach out to her, soothe her, ease her. He used his eyes rather than his expression to calm the fear that he knew he would be rising within her.
Micah knew the power of a look. When two people touched from across a distance, that touch could be frightening, wary, or a stroke of gentleness. He stroked her gently. He never let his eyes dip below her chin; rather, he let himself take in every nuance of expression, every shift of each facial motion, the flicker of her lashes, the shadows in her eyes, the tension in her small body.
She was like a little bird ready to fly. Poised at the edge of her seat.her body stiff and prepared to run.
Easy, little bird, he thought, letting his thoughts touch his gaze. There is no pain here; there is no fear.
Tag: fear love-at-first-sight risa broken micah lora-leigh
She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold.
Lora LeighTag: desire love-at-first-sight lovers risa micah lora-leigh
As the southern sun is setting, my internal flame for thou still rise.
Nathanial ObletonTag: love-at-first-sight
I believe in love at first sight so that I might be seen.
David GilbertTag: love-at-first-sight
Which was why he reflexively turned when a flash of iridescence caught his eye. His first thought was: Morpho rhetenor Helena. The extraordinary tropical butterfly with wings of shifting colors: blues, lavenders, greens.
It proved to be a woman’s skirt.
The color was blue, but by the light of the legion of overhead candles, he saw purples and even greens shivering in its weave. A bracelet of pale stones winked around one wrist, a circlet banded her dark head. The chandelier struck little beams from that, too.
She’s altogether too shiny for a woman, he decided, and began to turn away.
Which was when she tipped her face up into the light.
Everything stopped. The beat of his heart, the pump of his lungs, the march of time.
Seconds later, thankfully, it all resumed. Much more violently than previously.
And then absurd notions roman-candled in his mind.
His palms ached to cradle her face—it was a kitten’s face, broad and fair at the brow, stubborn at the chin. She had kitten’s eyes, too: large and a bit tilted and surely they weren’t actually the azure of calm southern seas? Surely he, Miles Redmond, hadn’t entertained such a florid thought? Her eyebrows were wicked: fine, slanted, very dark. Her hair was probably brown, but it was as though he’d never learned the word “brown.”
Burnished. Silk. Copper. Azure. Delicate. Angel. Hallelujah. Suddenly these were the only words he knew.
Tag: infatuation love-at-first-sight
He had crossed the room with no notion what he might say or do - he had no knowledge of the language of condolence, no skill at social small talk; his metier was business and politics. And yet, when his hostess had introduced them and left, he found himself still holding the hand he had kissed, looking into soft brown eyes that drowned his soul. And without further thought or hesitation had said, 'God help me, I am in love with you.
Diana GabaldonTag: love-at-first-sight trevelyan
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