I live my life until I start the cycle of my dreams,then I leave and search for you until I die.When I come back,I live to remember,I live to find you
He can’t take his eyes off the stars, but I can’t take mine off his face. I can see the stars reflected in his eyes, can see the wonder of it in the way his mouth opens but no sound comes out. His eyes, his face—they’re beautiful.
I'm doing what I've always done. Loving you and hoping you'll be brave enough to love me back.
To love someone so deeply is to risk losing yourself forever. Once I admitted my feelings to him, there was no going back—no hope to ever make my heart complete without him
She is by my side, as my sister, but he is my soul. He is my enemy, my tormentor, my demon. He is my beloved.
He’d done it like he did everything else—with passion and total disregard for how much it might embarrass her.
In the past year I’ve learned that love can make you do crazy, silly, stupid, ridiculous things. And the fact that one person can make you feel this way and do those things is amazing to me.
he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.
He should probably make love to her.
Love enters later in life through the cracks left by the first heartbreak.
Most lasses like it when a man kills the bugs. Along with reaching high places and giving sexual pleasure, it's one of the few universally popular qualities we have on offer.
Real is not Dreams, Dreams are not Real, Unless you find the fine line...and erase it
The Cycle of True Love: First I see and think I love, then I say I know I love, today and forever more I decide to love.
He wanted to paddle her himself, then shake her, then sit her down in a chair and explain to her why she must never, ever get herself in a situation where she could be shot at again—and then throw himself at her feet.
She tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.
If you ever need to confirm that a girl is worth coming back from Hell for, show her your monster arm and see what she says.
I was trying to get over you! And it didn’t work. I was meant to walk on this earth with only you, I was meant to give only you every piece of me. I don’t want anyone but you. I love you.
You picked the wrong girl to dominate, Dracula.
I comfort myself with the reflection that your wife will possibly be able to curb your desire--I admit, a natural one for the most part--to exterminate your fellows.
Through their kisses and caresses they experienced a joy and wonder the equal of which has never been known or heard of. But I shall be silent...; for the rarest and most delectable pleasures are those which are hinted at, but never told.
