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God's voice will be heard in the cave but only His visions will be revealed to you on the mountain. (A bit deep). God will always love you and will always speak to you but when you lose your perspective, you won't see his plan.

God takes two and make them one but satan takes one and make it two.

God wants to use you right where you are with what you have not what you do not have.

God, you're so sweet.” He holds my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. I slowly unzip his hoodie and touch a hand to his bare chest. I relish in the feel of it. Barely an hour ago I was admiring it from afar, and now it's no longer just a tease. When I slide my hand down to his stomach, he groans and his hands slip just under my shirt. “So that's why you didn't want to change.” I can feel his smile against my lips. “You just wanted me to take your clothes off for you.” “Guilty.” I lift my arms for him to pull it off. Instead of returning to kissing me, his eyes roam down my body. I fight the urge to cover myself; even though my bra is still on, I feel exposed. His hands lightly touch each side along the seam. My breath catches in my throat. Meeting my eyes, he says, “You're so damn beautiful.” He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss in between my breasts. I shiver at the light touch of his lips to my sensitive skin. If this is how he makes me feel with such little contact, then how will the rest of this feel? The need is building inside like a spark starting a fire.

Godzilla was coming...

God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.” “No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.

Good and safe" are all I have been during my romantic career, keeping myself virtuous outside of relationships never putting out before I had a commitment and a half dozen dates under my belt.

Gone now was the tease. Gone was the lesson on the how's and why's. Now came the need…The need to finish, the need to come, and the need to be part of the other person.

Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.

Good humour was miles behind a second cup of morning tea. It was too early for nonsense.

Good luck, Oretsev. Find the firebird, and when this is over, I'll see you well rewarded. A farmhouse in Udova. A dacha near the city. Whatever you want." "I don't need any of that. Just..." He dropped Nikolai's hand and looked away. "Deserve her.

Good shot.” “Not really. I was aiming for his balls.

Good thing I was covered in chicken drippings, frosting and powdered cheese. I always did know how to impress a man.

Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.

Good night, my lord.” The words were pronounced in her most withering tone. By contrast, he remained quite alarmingly unwithered long after she left.

Gotta have faith in happy endings. Otherwise, what’s the point?

Gotta love it when a plan comes together...

Got the itch? - Jared

Grabbing someone’s ass doesn’t count as capturing them!

Grabbing her close to him, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. They needed something solid to keep them steady, because he didn’t see himself giving up those lips any time soon. He would kiss her until she lost her breath and it was only his lips on hers that kept her upright. Only the kiss that kept her breathing.

Gradually the mist had lifted, and the sun burst forth, a ball of fire radiating the sky with unnaturally incandescent hues. Coral was reminded of the strident brushwork and wild colours of the Fauvist paintings that filled her mother's gallery, which Coral had always loved. The scene was now set for the show to begin: the drama in which the broad, breath-taking landscapes of Africa were the stage and the animals the actors.

Grace stopped in the door, dimly silhouetted by the dull gray morning light, and looked back at me, at my eyes, my mouth, my hands, in a way that made something inside me knot and unknot unbearably. I didn't think I belonged here in her world, a boy stuck between two lives, dragging the dangers of the wolves with me, but when she said my name, waiting for me to follow, I knew I'd do anything to stay with her.

Graham let out another low growl as his eyes glowed with desire. "Come Here!

Grandpa stopped and looked at me. I paused, too, knowing this meant he had something important to say. His body was frail, but when he stood with his chin up like that, staring into my eyes, I had no choice but to respond with complete honesty. He could level me with that look. I was like a vulnerable child every time he did it.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto

Gradually, we have become each other's weather.

Grant glanced down at his khaki jacket. Since he’d slipped on the US Navy uniform in Agent Bounter’s office, he’d felt a confident swagger possess him. His spine lengthened, and his shoulders retracted. He should’ve been wearing this every day, not the stupid dress shirt and slacks of a lounge singer.

Granville did not come to enquire after me, as I had known he would not. I had always considered him made awkward by painful emotion, but now I considered that perhaps hew as only unfeeling.

Gratitude without practicing maybe like practicing a faith without good work. A grateful heart is not enough without a grateful habit; because your joy is not produced by what you put in your heart but by habit you put in your life.

Gray,” he whispered in his ear. Grayson moaned softly in return. “I'm here for you. I exist only for you. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.

Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me. Gray...

Great, Alexia thought, I have gone from soul sucker to electrical ground. The epithets just get sweeter and sweeter.

GrayG: I feel like I can tell you anything. IvyMac: You can. That's what friends do. GrayG: I've never been friends with a girl before. IvyMac: I'm honored to be your first.

Great. This girl was going to seriously mess with my ability to stay on parole. ~Maggie Mae Castro

Great. There goes our security deposit." ~ Sean

Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore.

Griffin’s eyes capture mine. He holds my face in his hands. “You. Belong. With. Me.

Gretchen," Clint said, his voice full of the same luscious agony Gretchen felt building inside of her. "I'm going to kiss you." He was giving her one last chance to back out, to push him away. That was not going to happen. Her mouth twisted with amusement. "Not if I kiss you first.

«Guardami!» gli ordinò «Io sono Isabelle Morens. Il mio cognome è sinonimo di traditore, la mia famiglia è stata uccisa e i nostri beni confiscati, cosa pensi che direbbero a Corte se annunciassi che hai intenzione di sposare la figlia dei traditori? In questi mesi ho sempre avuto la speranza di ritrovarti e ricominciare da dove ci eravamo lasciati, ma pensavo di avere a che fare con un uomo normale, un borghese come me». «Isabelle, non mi importa chi sono, non mi importa chi la gente creda che tu sia…» disse lui avvicinandosi. Isabelle non si oppose. «Un modo l’avremmo trovato… Lo possiamo an-cora trovare!». La ragazza scosse la testa e abbassò lo sguardo.

Gue tahu lo punya kekuatan untuk menyembuhkan patah hati lo sendiri. Tapi gue nggak akan membiarkan lo melakukannya seorang diri. Always remember that.

Gue memang kecewa dengan sikap lo tempo hari. But that’s okay. Gue ambil positifnya aja: lo memang nggak nerima cinta gue, tapi lo juga nggak nolak gue. Jadi, gue putuskan untuk nggak menyerah tentang kita.

Gugur bukan berarti sedih. Bagi angsana, gugur adalah kebahagiaan. Bahagia guguran bunganya menjadi berarti. Setidaknya bagi angin yang menghirup harum bunganya. Menggugurkan sesuatu untuk orang lain adalah awal kebahagiaan jika didasari dengan ketulusan. Seperti pohon angsana yang tulus menggugurkan bunganya untuk dinikmati manusia. Bagi manusia, menikmati guguran bunga angsana merupakan kebahagiaan yang tak bisa dijelaskan dengan kata-kata, karena memang banyak hal di dunia ini yang tak dapat dijelaskan. Hanya bisa dirasakan.

Growing up seems easier for men, maybe because their rites of passage are clearer. They perform acts of bravery on the battlefield or show they're men through physical labor or by making money. For women, it's more confusing. We have no rites of passage. Do we become women when a man first makes love to us? If so, why do we refer to it as a loss of virginity? Doesn't the word 'loss' imply that we are better off before? I abhor the idea that we become women only through the physical act of a man. No, I think we become women when we learn what is important in our lives, when we learn to give and to take with a loving heart.

Habia perdido mi princesa, pero su recuerdo valía cada oscuro y doloroso rincón de mi corazon.! Sawyer Vincent

Haces que me sienta fuerte, me haces sentir que puedo luchar contra el mismísimo destino. Si estás leyendo esta carta, es que he fracasado. Pero has de estar orgulloso de mí, Max; lo he intentado con todas mis fuerzas.

Had S E X? Sex, you can say it Charlie! Put your big girl panties on and be a grown up, you certainly can’t do it if you can’t even say it.” Bethany winked “And oh my God, what are you waiting for? It’s been over a month. After your five year dry spell, I’d think you’d be ready for some ‘wet weather’.

Hades cracked his knuckles on each hand, and the noise was like gunpowder caps exploding in the silence. "First dish duty," he mumbled to himself, "now possessed cowboys. This just isn't my night.

Hailey winked, then came over to Callie. "Sit down and tell me what you need." "A man?" she blurted, then shut her eyes. Damn. Totally not what she meant to say. Hailey threw her head back and laughed. "It's about time you said that, although I don't know if you need a man so much as to get laid." The other customer at the counter sputtered his coffee and Callie laughed, turning to him. "She meant that I don't need a man in my life, just an orgasm. I'm not a lesbian. Well, I made out with a couple girls when I was, like, nineteen, but that was just experimenting. It's good to make sure you're sure about what you want, you know?" The man blushed hard, put money on the counter, and scurried away.

Guys get a bad rap for not wanting to talk about their feelings but maybe women are in part to blame for that. One thing that I learned from working with people where English was not their first language was this: just because they don’t speak your language doesn’t mean that they’re dumb. Maybe we just need to talk more slowly, use simpler words and have lots more patience.

Halfway back up the hillside, Cecilia reached behind her, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Brian to lean forward to take her hand.