I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.
Erin MorgensternI know,” he said, very softly. “Let’s go home. Let’s go home, and you can tell me whatever you want, and I’ll believe you.
Ashlyn KaneHe couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.
He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was life, she was his. He took her lips and tasted his freedom once more. The subtle tenderness. The hope hidden in joined breath. He took it into himself. Soaking in the peace that came with it.
And even as the rustling began he felt still, he felt calm. Scratching and scrapping within the stones, and the rustle of wings. But all Eli knew was the nature of love.
Tag: love kissing romance death hope sacrifice lovers hope-and-despair love-story kiss-of-death
He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax...
Bohumil HrabalTag: humor love soul unrequited-love lovers ax sensitive
This is what we do. Not so much argue as joust, in jest. We can't stop pushing and pulling the taffy of words and concepts.
Larry DubersteinTag: friendship love relationships lovers arguments ideal-relationship
You great bloody bully."
"Which is exactly what you need, you vexatious headstrong wench.
Tag: lovers
Още една жена, която не знае къде да отиде. Нощем не знаят къде да отидат, а сутрин изчезват преди да се събудиш. Тогава знаят къде да отидат. Познато, евтино отчаяние, което настъпва с нощта и изчезва с нея.
Erich Maria RemarqueThey made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander’s sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock.
Amy LaneTag: lovers
Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.
Carroll BryantTag: love romantic romance lovers romance-love
In fact, though their acquaintance had been so short, they had guessed, as always happens between lovers, everything of any importance about each other in two seconds at the utmost, and it now remained only to fill in such unimportant details as what they were called; where they lived; and whether they were beggars or people of substance.
Virginia WoolfTag: lovers
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