Best 30 of Sweet talk quotes - MyQuotes
You're such a sucker for sweet talk that you'd lie with every scumbag who comes your way.
Don’t run from me,” he repeated. “I can’t protect you if I’m not there.” Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she lifted her stubborn chin and nodded. “I promise.” The need to protect her filled him. “Why didn’t you tell me he hurt you?” His gaze dropped to her breast. Her face colored daintily as she tugged her blouse together and buttoned it. “It’s nothing.” Matt stared into her soft blue eyes. As tough as she tried to act, she was delicate, fragile. He wanted to put her up on a safe shelf until this mess was over. Not let anyone near her. Remorse filled his eyes. “I’m sorry you were hurt.” The knowledge that he’d never hurt her made her smile.
He peppers kisses all over my face. “It’s like… I breathe you babe. There is no other way to explain it.
We'd already talked in the stacks, and I knew you were different from any other girl I'd met. And you told me that your parents were dead, and I thought that you were so . . . lost and vulnerable. So when I saw you in the physics lab . . . and I saw you try and take care of someone that you thought who had been through what you'd been through; could be that . . . well, generous, and thoughtfull . . ." Guy said. "But you hardly knew me." said Willow "I know . . . I didn't know that we'd even talk again, or that if we did, if we'd get along, or maybe you were seeing someone else . . . I just knew that the way you tried to protect someone's life that, especially given your situation . . . I just . . . I though that you had to be the most special girl I would ever meet . . .
Sookie: "Eric, when I'm back to being myself, I'm going to nail your ass for putting me in this position of being pledged to you." Eric: "Darling, you can nail my ass anytime," he said charmingly, and turned to go back to his table. Pam rolled her eyes. "You two," she said.
I bring out the worst in you and you bring out the best in me.
But sometimes a kiss is not a kiss is not a kiss. Sometimes it’s a poetry.
A. S. King
Since that day I saw you in chemistry class with thatt canary yellow shirt, I wanted to make every day Christmas for you.
She tasted like buried treasure and swing swets and coffee. She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself.
Something wrong?" "No." David's voice was low and full of emotion. "I just wanted to look at you." "What do you see?" "My future.
They’ve loved you your whole life and you’ve been gone for days. I’ve just loved you for the better part of a week and losing you just ‘bout drove me crazy.
And you don’t even need to say anything. I’m screwed up. I don’t know how any of this works anymore than you do. But I do believe you’re worth every second it would take to figure it out,” Mason said, a smile taking over his features.
Now those are lethal weapons." He stroked her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. "My heart stops every time you kiss me.
...and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me...
Will there ever come a day when you put yourself first?" "No, that day will never come." "You're crazy, my old man." "It will never come because I've finally realized that I want you by my side, now and forever. That I can no longer be just myself, standing alone. I need more." Angelica's eyes filled with tears. She looked like she was fighting to hold them back. "You really are crazy." -Conversation between Mathias Munster and Angelica Zanon
I don't like you with Becky. She's not a very nice girl.' 'I don't like you with Jake. He's not me.
I tried to whisper sweet nothings into your ear but you're way the fuck over there and I'm way the fuck over here.
He moved so our noses touched. "I'm a human who can become a wolf. Smell is really important to me, and you, Rachel Clancy, smell like mine.
Hell, yes," Dev says, sitting up now. "Don't get me wrong - we're totally going to make the beast with two backs tonight. But if we do it right, it's going to feel like holding hands.
You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with, and if you’re OK. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and who can protect you from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone who can make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy. Someone who should have taken the chance to be with you years ago instead of getting scared and being too afraid to try.
I was terrified of what that meant but as she took my hand in hers, kissing it softly before entwining our fingers, I realized it didn’t matter. I’d passed the point of no return and whether she wanted me or not, I was hers. “Je suis à toi.
I LOVE YOU. Not like a sister loves a brother or like a friend loves a friend. I LOVE YOU like a really drunk guy loves the best girl ever.
We should have sex.” “We will,” he said, giving me a grin. “Not the way you mean.” “Come again?” “And again and again.” Rolling my eyes, I ignored his grin. “Do you want to go somewhere and have sex?” “Sex sounds too clinical.” “Fuck then.” Judd frowned. “No, I fuck other women. I don’t know what it would be called with you. Sex sounds like how my mom whispers the word though.” “So do you want to go somewhere?” “No.” “Why?” “Because you’re not looking at me like you did in the parking lot that day. You’re looking at me like this is an errand you need to run. The Arby’s you need to get out of your system. I want you to look at me like you did that day.” “I don’t know how I looked at you.” “Don’t expect me to imitate the facial expression. I only have three of them and I’m not angry or coming. That only leaves the expression you’re looking at right now.” “You’re too fucking precious with all your sweet talk.” Judd’s eyes narrowed, but I saw him fighting a grin.
If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you was sugar, you’d lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let’s just say you’d be spending plenty.
A wound on Heart is something that can not be treated by any medicine, but can be treated by sweet words.
His memory is the last place i want to be. I would give anything to always be in his present.
Do I dazzle you?
Even heaven is hell without you.
J. A. Redmerski
Don't, he says and then places his free hand underneath mine.
He said to me that we belonged toghether because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that Flower and Butterfly need each other to survive