When you’re in love, you’re capable of learning everything and knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love is the key to understanding of all the the mysteries.
Paulo Coelho(…) para se dar um belo encontro têm de ser as pessoas certas e o momento certo.
Marc LevyTag: lovers
Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.
Stephen KingTag: lovers
Não é o homem ou a mulher que devem ser ideais, o que devem, sim, é querer partilhar a vida. Uma grande história de amor é o encontro de dois dadores.
Marc LevyTag: lovers
I don’t want to love him—this would be so much simpler if I didn’t. But I do.
He’s funny, and passionate, and strong, and he believes in me more than I even believe in myself. When he looks at me, I feel like I could take on the whole world and come out standing tall. I like myself better when I’m with him, because of how he sees me. He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, like I’m the most important thing in the world, and I don’t know how to walk away from that. I don’t know how to walk away from him.
Tag: lovers
Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes.
It falls upon her.
Love is like dying.
Tag: love horror lovers cycle-of-the-werewolf
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.
Tag: love romantic sweet lovers heartbreaking post-coital
Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.
Anna GodbersenSometimes your friends are your lovers, or have been at one time.
Stephanie SeymourShe imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.
In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?
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