I didn't want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn't want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships that didn't make sense.
Love is total surrender, total acceptance and total commitment.
En ocasiones, la vida pone en nuestro camino a personas que, por un motivo u otro, no necesitan más que unas pocas horas para ganarse un lugar en nuestro corazón. A veces, basta una mirada cómplice, una caricia en el dorso de la mano o un beso robado para conectar con alguien. Y de repente, y aunque suene a tópico, es como si os conocierais desde siempre.
Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and whispered words, written long ago, words that wriggled through the aged leather, trembled beneath his touch. What lives and loves, hopes and dreams, deaths and despair these volumes held.
I know every guy here, and they’re all pretty much jerks.
His lordship and I are...opposite sides of very different coins.
Lady Ponsonby was right. The forbidden fruit isn't shaped like an apple. It's shaped like a banana.
His hope wasn't lost, it was buried, and somehow Prudence Ryland made that old grave seem much more shallow than it once was.
I make a show of smoothing down my hair – a lost cause at this point. “Ah, that. It’s getting to the stage where it deserved a name. The Knotted Nest? The Twisted Tresses?” “What about the Terrible Tangle?” I nod. “That has serious possibilities.” “The Matted Mess?” he suggests.
Hay amores que duran toda una vida y otros que apenas llegan a unos pocos meses, pero ambos pueden ser verdaderos. La realidad es que sentimos lo que sentimos, independientemente del tiempo que hace que conocemos a esa persona -prosigue, y creo que me he perdido-. Existe gente que se quiere hasta el dĂa de su muerte y, sin embargo, no pasa toda la vida junta.
—Vamos, B. Te llevo a casa. —¿Y los demás? ÂżLucĂa se ha ido sin mĂ? —¿Tienes miedo de volver a montar conmigo? —se burlĂł Ă©l, y me dio la sensaciĂłn de que habĂa escogido las palabras de forma deliberada—. En moto, quiero decir. «No muerdas el anzuelo», me dije, consciente de que me estaba desafiando. —Creo que cogerĂ© un taxi. EnarcĂł las cejas, divertido por mi indecisiĂłn, y se cruzĂł de brazos a la vez que esbozaba una sonrisa de suficiencia. —Prometo no ir demasiado deprisa para ti —asegurĂł, y de nuevo no supe dilucidar si solo hablaba de la velocidad suicida a la que conducĂa o estaba adquiriendo otro tipo de compromiso.
I have romanticised you to the point where the knives you pressed into my skin began to look like cupids arrows.
ÂżSabes? Solo tienes una vida, y es demasiado corta para que esperes a ser feliz mañana, porque mañana puede que tampoco lo seas, ni pasado mañana... Y pasarás los dĂas anhelando convertirte en otra persona, porque ya ni siquiera recordarás quiĂ©n eres.
You keep showing up here? Being who you are?' There was a pause. 'I'm going to fall in love with you.' -Rehvenge
…..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.
A hint of sensual frustration roughened his voice. “And I will curse the gods along with them, Min. Some wild monsoon raged through me as I looked at you just now. It’s left me rearranged inside, and I don’t have a map.
So please, just let me be egocentric and ask you to stay.
I’ve shared more breakfasts with you than any woman I’ve dated in the last year and a half,” Mitch returned. “I know what you look like in the morning. I know what you act like when you come home tired after work. I know that you pick the least expensive thing on the menu either to be nice or to be annoying in order to put me off. But I think it’s to be nice because you are nice and also both times you thought you’d be spending time with just me, you dressed in a way that would not, in any way, put me off. I know you cuddle when you’re sleeping. I know you take only milk in your coffee and you make coffee strong. I know you’re really good with kids. And I know that you use music and scents to regulate your mood. So I’m thinking this is not a first date. This is more like us hittin’ the six month mark. And the six month mark is when you stop talkin’ about shit that really doesn’t matter and start talkin’ about shit that means everything.
There are certain kinds of silence that make you walk on air.
You cannot mistake this You cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this love It is so much more