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Live your dreams, not your fears! A.Hume

Living in L.A., you couldn't help picking up tidbits of the surf culture, almost through osmosis... it was in the air, like vitamin D and the odd Brad Pitt sighting.

Logan lowers his head close to mine. 'Just know this, Ivy Calhhoun,' he begins. 'If I werena a ghost I would open all door for you, properly.

Logan owns my heart, and he always will. Whether he is aware or not. Whether he wants it or not. That much I know with absolute conviction.

Livy hadn’t anticipated meeting anyone and wasn’t ready to explain why the last few years of her life had worn her so much, leaving her searching for home. Surely, Jack didn’t care to hear a sob story from a perfect stranger. Actually, Livy wasn’t sure she believed that. Something whispered inside her soul that Jack was just the person she needed to tell.

Lo afferro per le spalle, lo scuoto, gli urlo contro, lo schiaffeggio. Deve risvegliarsi, deve tornare a essere quel Davide sornione che mi fa arrabbiare o il Davide misterioso che mi ha delusa, non mi importa, preferisco tutto a questa sua versione emaciata: è un fantoccio, non l’uomo che ho sempre avuto accanto. A un certo punto, mi abbraccia, mi stringe a sé. Mi trascina sul letto. Non mi dibatto, non ne ho voglia: il calore che scaturisce dai nostri corpi è una panacea per il male attaccabrighe. Non ci muoviamo, rimaniamo lì in una pace allucinata per non so quanto. Probabilmente ore. Gli accarezzo una guancia, il suo sguardo è nel mio, ci sono tante cose non dette, ma non importa, adesso ci siamo solo noi. Elisa e Davide. Davide ed Elisa. Niente passato, niente presente, solo due ragazzi che combattono senza armi.

Lo aspetto, e ancora non ci credo. Aspetto il mio futuro facendo un tuffo nel passato.

Living one floor below Paradise.

Lo bueno de ser inmortal es que no puedes beber literalmente hasta caerte muerto, como lo hacen los niñatos universitarios de vez en cuando. Lo malo de ser inmortal es que no puedes beber hasta caerte muerto; y entonces, al despertar a la mañana siguiente o incluso un día más tarde, te toca comerte la resaca que te habrías ahorrado si hubieras tenido la suerte de morir.

Lizzie is hapless about romance in an ironic, self-deprecating way.

Loch growled low before taking a step closer to her. “I see you, Ainsley. That’s the problem.” Then, he took her mouth with his and knew he’d made a mistake at the first touch. But she didn’t back away. And neither did he.

L'odore della sua pelle è più che sufficiente a fottermi il cervello. (Maksim-La mia vendetta con te ©Giovanna Roma)

Longing to know more about each other, Tinderella and her prince began that day a nightly journey of long conversations filled with the excitement of new beginnings. Every night, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttered their wings in her stomach, as two hearts learned to find a new rhythm beating as one.

Long before something happens in our life, it happened in our heart.

Long ago she'd clamped an iron shell around her heart and nothing and no one could pry it lose, but deep inside the tender flesh still beat.

Longing to feel his hot flesh against mine, I roughly remove his jacket and start unbuttoning his shirt. I manage to successfully unbutton two, but my patience wanes, and I roughly pull open Jacob's shirt, sending the remaining buttons scattering across the room.

Loneliness is your only companion.

Long before the season ended - if not before it start! - Damerel would be heaven knows where, strewing rose-leaves about for some abandoned male to tread on! Well, one thing at least I'm determined on! if he *must* indulge in such wasteful habits he shall strew his rose-leaves for me to tread upon, not one of his ridiculous Paphians!

Look at this one.” I picked up a small painting of a man with dark hair and a short, dark beard. He wore a loose shirt, cobalt blue, unbuttoned at the top, showing a prominent, knobby collarbone. He looked…complicated and hungry. She’d captured him focused intensely on a book, his face pressed against a wall like he was resting. Or waiting.

Look at me, sugar.” She lifted her eyes, and he wiped away the tear that spilled over. “I could tell you what I do and don't do, but you wouldn't believe a word I said. So let's get this over with.

Look at you Infidelity”, shaking his head in frustration. “I’m not sure if your choice of drug is passion, the thrill of the affair or the man himself, but there is a void you are trying to have us fulfill in your life and you are hooked! The secrets, the lies, the lame attempts to quit sleeping around…the isolation; don’t you get it? YOU LOVE INFIDELITY!" - Loving Infidelity

Look at you. Riding the gravy train with biscuit wheels.

Look at yourself for a change! You’ll be counting the grains of rice I buy next! Talk about tight – Scrooge has nothing on you!

Look," Grace said. "How strange! In spite of the rain, you can still see the stars. How bright they are tonight." She pointed, but Lorcan didn't look. His eyes remained fixed intently on her. "I can't think of a finer sight in the whole world than the one I'm looking at right now," he said. In spite of being drenched, Grace flushed at his words. Lorcan's eyes sparkled at her, brighter than ever before. It was as if the rare blue gems of his iriseshad been washed by the rain amd buffed by the moonlight to a new intensity. "Grace, there's been something I've wanted to do for a very long time now, but things have kept getting in the way." He reached forward, bringing a hand to the side of her face. Then he gently but firmly drew her wet face toward his. He gazed at her, as if seeing her for the first time. Then he brought his soft lips down to hers and kissed her.

Looking at her is like looking up at a sky full of stars. You don’t know what you’ll see today, but you know it’ll still be breathtaking.

Looking for a sizzling menage romance? I've got you covered.

Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.

Look. Isn't he beautiful?" Drew's expression softened. "Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that?" Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.

Look here, cousin,” Big Country’s drawled in the background. “This here’s a car. We just got off a plane, and no matter how fast you push this bitch, she ain’t gon’ fly, so believe me when I say, I refuse to die over some foolishness you call love, not today.

… Looking at her, I think I know better what romantic love is.” … she asked, “What is it?” “It is parental love,” he answered thoughtfully. “Wanting to protect and keep the other person safe. As well as the love of friendship - esteeming the other person, even desiring each other’s company beyond all others. And it is lust,” he said, meeting her eyes, and was rewarded with seeing them darken, her breath becoming slightly unsteady, one little word jerking her out of her clinical assessment. He smiled, a predatory, seductive grin. “The physical needing of the other person, the quickened pulse, the sweaty heat.” His hand, which still rested on hers, began slowly moving, his fingers dancing over her skin. “Combining them makes the result greater than its individual parts. Because it produces something else. It creates … a steadiness. A strength. I can’t explain it well - being only an outside observer - but I only know that out of my friends' relationships, my sister‘s marriage is the epitome of grace.

Looking at him, I felt like I was missing a place I had never been. The way he watched me sent lava racing through my veins. I knew him. Somehow, I knew him. The longing for something I didn't understand quickly bubbled into panic, and one foot slid back towards the door.

Looking back at our lives, the unbelievable thing is that despite all the times when things felt so wrong, we still managed to meet at the perfect moment. Almost as if by some plan which we were unaware of.

Looking for my final love with someone who is ready to settle down. Of course dating is great initially, but I don’t wish to be dating indefinitely, so if you’re looking for an indefinite dating partner, please pass me by.

Look, I went to a lot of trouble to come here and try to help you. I’m in more trouble than I can guess, but if you don’t want my help… maybe I should have just stayed home.

Look, I'd sat through just as many Hollywood movies as the next person. I'd seen Sleepless in Seattle, Titanic, Twilight, whatever. I knew the myth. But i didn't believe it. I knew it was made up, I knew none of it was even close to reality.

Looking at his bare chest and perfectly chiseled abs did not settle the twist in her gut or the flutter of her heart at her recent acceptance that she still loved the man. One kiss and it all came back, washing over her in an overwhelming wave.

Looks are worth nothing, she thought, dismissing the butterflies in her stomach.

Look," she said, and just that. That was the only time she opened her mouth, because she wanted to say something unnecessary, something that wouldn't be important or memorable, so I wouldn't have to remember her voice. We looked at the veil then, the thing that had turned her this way, and we smiled.

Lord help the girl he set those eyes on for good. His boyish vulnerability was a weapon, powerful and disarming.

Look past our kinship, and towards a romantic relationship!

Looks like Quackula got the best of you,” said Jeff. Braeden snorted. “Something like that.” “What’d you do to it?” asked Maya. “Nothing. I thought it was a big duck at first.” Braeden shook his head. “Never saw a goose up close before. Didn’t really think about it until it started hissing.” Jeff rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. 'How can you grow up near a lake and not tell the difference between a duck and a goose?

Lo que más me gusta es bailar, y todo lo que pienso hacer en la vida es bailar.

Lo que para ti fueron momentos perdidos o experiencias de vida, para mí fueron instantes en que te perdía; abandonada en brazos de quienes supieron desnudar tu cuerpo, mas no descubrir el tesoro de tu alma.

Looks to me like Felicity didn’t enjoy being mauled,” Daniel pointed out reasonably. When what he reasonably wanted to do, was shove Stuart’s head so far up his ass the next time he gargled he’d give himself a colonic. -Felicity Stripped Bare

Lo que realmente hiere a una persona, lo que casi la quiebra... es aquello de lo que no habla.

Lord help her, but she was instantly drawn to his scent - a mixture of smoke and salt and mystery - as well as his strength. The pulse of his heart, the hum of blood through his veins, the aura of power and danger surrounding him.

Lorenzo: In such a night stood Dido with a willow in her hand upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love to come again to Carthage Jessica: In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs that did renew old Aeson. Lorenzo: In such a night did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew, and with an unthrift love did run from Venice, as far as Belmont. Jessica: In such a night did young Lorenzo swear he lov'd her well, stealing her soul with many vows of faith, and ne'er a true one. Lorenzo: In such a night did pretty Jessica (like a little shrow) slander her love, and he forgave it her. Jessica: I would out-night you, did nobody come; but hark, I hear the footing of a man.

Losing her was the worst of it, but loving her hurt almost as much sometimes.

Lo sconosciuto sbadigliò nel sonno e si rigirò, scoprendosi fino all’inguine. Era davvero un giovane ragazzo. Il viso, sporco e provato, possedeva le fattezze di un angelo, la chioma color del grano ricadeva morbidamente sulle spalle, conferendogli un’aria quasi soave e le labbra ben disegnate, davano l’impressione di essere morbide e succose come una pesca matura. Era bellissimo. Johann provò l’istinto feroce di tenerlo tra le braccia, carezzare quei riccioli d’oro con le sue grandi mani e lambire quella bocca con la propria. Con urgenza si liberò della camicia e si infilò nel letto.

Los secretos, como los muertos, no siempre permanecen enterrados.