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No one can tell your story so tell it yourself. No one can write your story so write it yourself.

No one can withstand the charm of such a mystery.

No one ever tells you how much a heartbreak physically hurts. How it literally feels like you've been kicked down the stairs. How you can't swallow. How every muscle aches. How your heart lurches inside you like it's been poisoned. Nobody tells you that.

No one ever said you can’t have world dominance and a little romance too.

No one else sees you as the villain here, but you gotta stop being a victim babe.

No one has ever made me feel like this, no one. So much regret, so much loss, and so much desire all swirled together in my muddled brain. In my muddled heart.

No one knew what was wrong with me or what kind of sick joke my head was playing, but it felt like a ninja was chopping my heart.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together," he said, "but at the end of the day"-he leaned and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn-"an most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore.

No one wants to rattle the cage of a "crazy" person whose family tends to snap.

No one outside could imagine what it felt like to squeeze the life out of a man, to feel the jerking and juddering as you throttled away their last breath. Sometimes Jared found himself staring at his own hands, marveling at what they’d done, disgusted at their violence but proud of their ability to protect.

—No, para ser sincero, no estoy bien. —su mirada era tan intensa que me paralizó—. Soy un hombre de más de 30 años, un ejecutivo exitoso, tengo muchas personas a mi cargo y estoy frente a ti nervioso y titubeando, no se supone que me sienta así, no se supone que no te quiera dejar ir, no se supone que tenga estas ganas locas de besarte. No, definitivamente no estoy bien. No supe que decir por un momento. —No entiendo nada y eso es difícil que suceda Nate. —Alana, tengo meses queriendo explicarte cosas, cosas de mi vida y ahora que puedo no me salen las palabras, lo tenía todo planificado, todo estudiado a la perfección. Pero esta noche no la debimos pasar tan bien.

No, really,” she said. “We get it. Sometimes the guy just makes you crazy, even if you do love him.

Normal” is all about perception. I mean, isn’t “normal” what the majority of people do? So what if suddenly ninety-nine people out of a hundred decide to walk their iguanas down the street while wearing a tutu? Wouldn’t the one guy who didn’t own an iguana and wear a tutu be the freak? And isn’t it the ones who seem normal on the outside who, in actuality, know where the bodies are buried in the backyard or are secretly in love with their toaster?

- No pongas esa cara – lo consoló el ente – Hay más beneficios que prejuicios en todo esto, por eso me llamaste. - Lo hice por mi hija… El negociante asintió complacido. - Puedo prometerte que cumpliré mi parte del trato pero – levantó un dedo y con él señaló a Gaspar – Tú debes cumplir la tuya. - ¿Tengo otra opción? – refunfuñó el hombre. La criatura sonrió como un zorro. - No, de hecho no.

No puedes enfadarte con un final real. Algunos de ellos son feos, son los falsos felices para siempre los que deberían enojarte.

No problem," Gale replies. "I wake up ten times a night anyway." "To make sure Katniss is still here?" asks Peeta. "Something like that,"... "That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her." "Well, WE never have,"... "She loves you, you know," says Peeta. "She as good as told me after they whipped you." "Don't believe it,"Gale answers. "The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell...well she never kissed me like that." "It was just part of the show," Peeta tells him, although there's an edge of doubt in his voice. "No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her." There's a long pause. "I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then." "You couldn't," says Peeta. "She'd never have forgiven you. You had to take care of her family. They matter more to her than her life." ... "I wonder how she'll make up her mind." "Oh, that I do know." I can just catch Gale's last words through the layer of fur. "Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without

No sentimentality, no romance, no false hope, no self-petting lies, merely that which is!

No sé por qué intento esconderle mi reacción, pero... ¿no es eso lo que hace todo el mundo? Nos esforzamos mucho por disimular lo que sentimos a las personas que, probablemente, más necesitan conocer nuestros verdaderos sentimientos. La gente trata de reprimir sus emociones, como si estuviera mal reaccionar de forma natural ante la vida.

No, she's been killing me with kindness." She pointed her finger in his face. "There's a difference, and if you didn't have her on a pedestal, you could tell the difference.

No tears come, only memories. Memories and regrets.

Not all vampires are created equal.

Not because of you. You were perfect. Are perfect. You’re considerate, moral, brave. But you reminded me…”He couldn’t finish. I swallowed through a dry throat. “Of her.” “No.” He blinked. “Of me. Who I used to be. Somebody who would stick up for his friends, even if it was risky. Somebody who put other people first. Somebody who…” He let out a helpless laugh. “Somebody who screwed up a lot.

No temas, mi amor; primero dejaré de existir antes de amarte.

Not everyone man is a lover, not every love is the love.

Not everything needs to be said, some things are just understood. Sometimes one’s eyes are enough to express hidden emotions. When two people are truly, madly and deeply in love each other, nature will conspire to bring them together.

Not every story is about a girl who dreams of romance, waiting impatiently and dramatically for a tall, handsome, strong man to fall hopelessly in love with, in the foolish hope that he will protect her from all harm and give her the happily ever after she has always wanted.

No, that I love you. I love you, Isabel Marie Nichols, and I have since the first day I watched your golden blonde hair dance in the sunlight. That day, you became mine.

Nothing good can come from a crack of dawn meeting on a Monday morning.

Nothing could hide the dancing darkness of a nightmare that was soul deep.

Nothing could compare to that sweet buzz—the fire that filled my veins and awakened my dark, broken soul. Nothing else made me feel like I was on top of the world, soaring and dominating, like a wild bird. But someone could. Her.

Nothing ends a first date faster than finding a dead body.

Nothing can fill you up,” she stated. “Nope,” he agreed again. “You won’t let it.” “Barrel’s got a hole in the bottom, buddy, everything leaks out no matter how much you pour in.” She was silent a moment then she whispered, “Right.” She turned to the door and his hand gripped his bourbon so hard he had to focus everything on loosening his grip or the glass would shatter. Before she opened it, she turned back. “You don’t know, Cal, you have no idea. You’ve shut yourself up for so long in this fucking house with your tragic memories, you have no idea what’s about to walk out your door. Kate, Keira and me, we could have plugged that hole. We could have filled you so full, you’d be bursting. We would have loved that chance. We’d have given it everything we had, no matter the time that slid by, graduations, weddings, grandbabies, you’d have been a part of us and we’d have given everything we had to keep you so full, you’d be bursting.” Cal didn’t reply. “Joe,” she whispered, “you let me walk out this door, you’ll lose your chance.” Cal didn’t move. Vi waited. Cal stayed seated.

Nothing is forever. Except atoms.

Nothing had ever felt so young as her lips.

Nothing in life is permanent. All of it will eventually disappear…Maybe we’re supposed to know that…accept it, and live our lives differently because of it. Rearrange our priorities based on the finite number of heartbeats we have left.

Nothing in her world aligns to the surreality of her dreams. She can feel his presence, his warmth, his depth of intent pressing against her.

Nothing is ‘wrong’ with me, Dan. What’s wrong with you? she said in the same eerily quiet voice, dark eyes fixated on Dan, as she breathed heavily.

Nothing to see here. I'm not the rogue operator you're gunning for.

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Nothing with this woman was meant to be rushed. She was like a fine wine that only improved with age and time. Time she hadn’t been given growing up, but I’d waited close to a year. I could wait some more.

Notice the way the dirt feels under your feet, how great the air smells, how beautiful the trees are, how calm and majestic.” He snorted, and she could tell he was fighting not to roll his eyes as he asked, “Calm as opposed to what? All the other trees that run around like headless chickens?

Not only were my nerves shot, but my body was a traitor. I didn’t want to melt against him. I didn’t want to enjoy the feeling of his lips sliding across my skin. I didn’t want to like the possessive way his fingers dug into my waist or the way his erection pressed against me.

Not the first one I loved but the only one that'd keep the fire burning for a long time.

Not tingling as much as a rapid-burning desire and longing. I want him to f**k me. Right here. Right now.

—No vas a renunciar a mí, ¿verdad? —No —respondió, y lo hizo con absoluta seriedad. Él era suyo, la única persona que había sido suya. Y lo necesitaba, necesitaba a aquel policía que reprimía su dolor con puño de hierro, que mantenía sus cicatrices bien ocultas—. No voy a renunciar a ti. Sus ojos centelleaban. —Buena chica.

Now boarding flight 266." "That's you." Kyle whispered into her hair. On that note, she gave him one last squeeze and broke their embrace. She took off her glasses folded them up in her hand and looked him straight in the eyes. "Goodbye Kyle." A heartbreaking finality rang in her tone. "Goodbye Jessie.

Now, can I help you with something? I’m new, but I’ll do my best to figure out how to get what you need.” … “That’s good to hear, Abby, since I need your breasts for a few minutes.

Now I know what he’s been hiding under these three-piece suits ...

Now hear of the new judgement. You are judged many times more by what you do in groups than for what you do as individuals.

Now,” he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. “It’s your turn.” “Tease.