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Put your mouth on mine, Little Raven. I’m ready for a taste of lemon cake,” he said in a deep and tumbling voice. “Maybe I’m not so sweet,” I whispered, wetting my lower lip with a sweep of my tongue. Logan’s eyes followed every movement, and he licked his lips in response. “I want your mouth… on my mouth. Do it, or else I’ll have to find something else to kiss.

Quando se deu conta disso, a tristeza avançou silenciosamente, como água. Era uma tristeza transparente, sem forma. A tristeza era dele mesmo, mas, ao mesmo tempo, se encontrava em algum lugar distante, longe do seu alcance. O peito doeu como se parte dele tivesse sido arrancada, e se sentiu sufocado.

—Que no voy a dejarte ir, que no pienso olvidarme de ti o castigarte con una fingida indiferencia —confiesa con tanta vehemencia y rabia que es como si las palabras le desgarraran la garganta al salir—. Que si te vas, te perseguiré. Da igual la distancia que te atrevas a interponer entre nosotros o las barreras que creas que puedes levan- tar para escapar de mí. Si alguna vez he sentido algo por alguien, si alguna vez una persona ha conseguido escarbar en mi corazón maldito, esa has sido tú, Siah. Nadie más que tú.

Quand – comme toutes les autres femmes – elle rêvait d’une lente et douce séduction, de belles déclarations d’amour enflammées, voilà ce qu’elle récoltait à la place. Du sexe pour du sexe. Pas de sentiments.

...Quando Isabelle alzò lo sguardo ebbe l’impressione che il cuore le si fermasse. Stava risalendo insieme a Jeanne la scalinata che dall’Orangerie riportava al castello dopo avere verificato che per loro quella poteva essere la via di fuga perfetta la sera dello spettacolo. Era emozionata e non vedeva l’ora di fare ritorno alla locanda per potere parlare liberamente dei dettagli del piano che aveva in mente con l’amica, quando all’improvviso si era trovata a guardare un uomo il cui sguardo avrebbe riconosciuto in mezzo a mille. Jacques. Lui era lì a pochi passi da lei e quell’incontro non aveva senso. Perché mai Jacques si trovava lì a Corte,a Versailles e per giunta vestito da aristocratico? No, c’era qualcosa di sbagliato. L’uomo che aveva amato e che ancora non riusciva a dimenticare non era un semplice borghese che rientrava da un viaggio all’estero? Forse però quella era semplicemente l’idea che lei si era fatta di lui, dopotutto Jacques non le aveva mai detto chi fosse realmente. «Cosa c’è?» domandò Jeanne vedendo l’amica ancora immobile e visibilmente sconvolta. Poi alzò lo sguardo anche lei e vide quel giovane bellissimo e riccamente vestito che fissava l’amica. Se però a lei quel volto non diceva nulla, diversamente fu quando il suo sguardo si spostò sull’altro uomo che intanto aveva raggiunto Jacques e si era fermato accanto a lui. «Oh mio Dio» mormorò Jeanne. La situazione che si era creata aveva qualcosa di surreale. Isabelle, Jacques, Jeanne e Nicolas che si fissavano l’un l’altro lì, immobili su quella scalinata e con le prime fredde gocce di pioggia che cominciavano a cadere sui loro visi. Il rombo del tuono annunciò che il temporale era ormai arrivato. Sembrava che il tempo fosse congelato. Nessuno osava fare un gesto o pronunciare una parola. Infine fu Isabelle a parlare per prima. «Tu...qui?» riuscì a dire. Gli occhi azzurri di Jacques puntati in quelli verde smeraldo di lei. “Dio quanto è bella” pensò l’uomo avvicinandosi alla giovane che aveva lasciato due mesi prima. Vedere quegli occhi, quei lunghi capelli corvini legati in una treccia come ricordava di averli visti quella prima sera insieme alla locanda… e poi quel semplice vestito bordeaux che metteva in risalto il colore ambrato della sua pelle nonché le sue forme che ancora ricordava così bene. Il ricordo di loro due insieme era ancora troppo forte, troppo vivo in lui e quell’incontro non aveva fatto altro che riaccendere i suoi sentimenti e il suo desiderio. «Isabelle» fu tutto quello che l’uomo riuscì a dire. Aveva sceso gli ultimi gradini della lunga scalinata che ancora lo separavano da lei e se avesse allungato un braccio avrebbe potuto sfiorarle il viso con la mano...

Que difícil era saber lo que era real y lo que no

Que no se le llame closet al infierno vivido por los homosexuales.

—Quería preguntártelo algún día, cuando fuera el momento adecuado, pero hemos comenzado a hablar…[…]—La miró a los ojos mientras le acariciaba la mejilla con los nudillos—. Estoy ante ti sin nada, bella, solo te entrego a mí mismo y mis sentimientos.

Queria uma relativa tranquilidade que os locais habituais não trazem, por estarem sempre cheios de gente conhecida.

Questa è una storia d'amore. Non immaginavo che l'amore potesse declinarsi in così tanti generi, nè che l'amore potesse indurre le persone a fare le cose più disparate. Non immaginavo che esistessero modi tanto diversi di dirsi addio.

«Quando rischi di morire, pensi alle occasioni perdute.» Ecco; io ero l’occasione che non si era lasciato sfuggire.

Quelles sont les probabilités de se perdre dans la campagne irlandaise sur un trajet de moins de dix kilomètres ? Très faibles. Cette probabilité devient nulle lorsqu'on s'arme d'un système de localisation dernière génération. Et pourtant je peux désormais dire que j'ai réussi cet exploit.

Quote taken from Chapter 1: A grave matter has just arisen.” Etta hadn’t intended to make the pun. She went on. “It’s a problem right up your alley.

Quote is taken from Chapter 1: Since Etta could log in her rare Baltimore oriole sighting, she decided she’d had enough birding for one day. It was just a fun hobby, not an obsession.

Quote taken from Chapter 1: That's the idea. Listen, Frank, this one is different. She's a keeper." He let that part gel in me. "Get your head screwed on straight and move to Richmond. You hate it living in Pelham.

Quick! What aisle are the douches in? I've got three bitches at the beach cottage and they all stick to high heaven."... "You do carry Massengill, don't you? That's the best brand, according to my research." "Ah..." What kind of man researches douches? A man who goes to bed with three women... "Would you mind checking your inventory in the back? I'll need more." "I'm not allowed to leave the register, but I'll be happy to page our stock boy." Douche-man grunted and flipped the package around. "It's gonna take at least two boxes for Loa. She's big. Got wide hips. Skinny legs, though. Kinda like a twenty-gallon tank on toothpicks.

—Quiero besarte, quiero follarte, y deseo que me toques con tal intensidad que duela físicamente. No voy a conseguir los dos primeros, así que solo sube a la parte trasera de mi moto. Rodéame con tus brazos y demos un paseo. Es todo lo que puedes darme, así que dámelo.

Quietly, under my breath, I mumbled a name and it wasn’t the name of the girl waiting in the other room. In my mind I pictured Brooklyn’s sounds as she came and I jerked in my hand, coming and coming. Something had to give.

Quinn spoke their language—all mystery and inside jokes, scarred souls and statement shirts. It was a beautiful moment for him—in his element and completely happy. When they started playing, he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “See that guitar?” I nodded. “That’s a 1969 Martin D28. Hear me when I say if I had to choose between a beautiful girl and that guitar, I’d choose the guitar. Natch.” He took a huge gulp of water, clearly affected. “Naturally,” I whispered. “It could be why you’re still single.

Quizá, durante sus breves meses de amor, nunca vio la belleza de los ojos con tanta emoción, ni pudo compararlos, como ahora, con sus gemelos brillantes; joyas negras, hondo de mar quieto bajo el sol, fondo de arena mecida en el tiempo, cerezas oscuras del árbol de carne y entrañas calientes. Nunca dijo eso. No hubo tiempo.

Quote is taken from Chapter 1: A decade ago when Isabel’s husband Max had died, they’d moved in together and merged their possessions. Neither sister brought any fussy teapots, canaries, sachets, or doilies, but lots of other stuff had to either stay or go. Looking at the lime green armchair gave Alma the willies. Her suggestion to slipcover it in a more subdued color had garnered Isabel’s frosty stare, and Alma had dropped the matter.

Quit being a diva. Get over yourself. And for God’s sake, quit being such an antisocial loner before you end up lonely.

Quit worrying so much about the boards and nails of your life. Focus on the stuff that lasts.” He glanced through the window toward the glowing light of the kitchen where Meg and my mom were laughing about something.

Quizá de eso se trataba la felicidad, de ver a tus amigos felices bailando a tu alrededor. Tener a alguien importante para ti, alguien en quien apoyarte, y saber, que en algún sitio muy, muy cerca podía estar el amor rondando.

Quote taken from Chapter 1: I know what." Isabel reached under the end table, took out the game board, and rattled the Band-Aid box containing the letter tiles. "It's been a week-and-a-half since our last Scrabble game.

Quote taken from Chapter 1: The June afternoon had clear, blue skies—ideal weather for birdwatching.

Rachel moans, “Great. Well, he’s not the only one sexually frustrated.” I laugh. “Well, then get over these issues so you both can be relieved.” “How’s Alex?” She raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m sure fine,” I say defensively. “I haven’t seen him in a few weeks.” “Really? I thought he made a nightly appearance.” “Rachel, those dreams aren’t him. It’s my f’ed up brain replaying my memories as a form of torture...

Rainbow Cloud strode forward like a hunting cat with the same strength of height and broad shoulders, the same rolling gait as First Light’s father. They were indeed the same man, split in two at birth, so the family might be rewarded by twice the skill in hunting each brother possessed.

Random line from BURNING DARKNESS: Fonda Raine stepped out of the back end of a month in hell a hardened warrior, ready to undertake the most important task of her life: kill Eric Aruda.

...răspunsurile sunt în noi, trebuie doar să ne ajute cineva să le descoperim. Şi, mai mult de atât, trebuie să ne dorim, trebuie să ne menţinem vie speranţa în ziua de mâine, încrederea în noi. Minuni se întâmplă şi dorinţe se împlinesc. Să nu uităm să ne dorim, atât.

Reading became an escape for me and writing its natural compliment.

Rayce’s voice is low, gruff in his throat. “Kiss me, but when you do, don’t let me go. If you don’t let me go, I can stay with you. I can feel you next to me, I can breathe you in. I can come alive.

Reaching out, I grab his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. And I move into his space until we're not even an inch from each other. Laying my forehead on his chest, I take a deep breath and feel his whole body relax, as if tension is rolling off his body in waves. I was always the kid who loved the smell of gasoline. His free hand comes up, and his fingers slip through my hair before his hand settles between my shoulder blades. "Ben," I say into his shirt. "Janelle," he whispers back, and I can feel his mouth against my hair. I can feel him smile.

Reaching a hand up she touched her lips, “You…You kissed me,” she breathed. His chocolate brown eyes seemed to melt into amber gold as he answered, “Yes…and you kissed me back,” his slow rumble sent shivers of excitement through her.

Rational Self was screaming, “This is crazy! Abort before she lets you down easy!” But Hopeful Tama wanted to go all in; wanted to trust what he was feeling and see the wooing through. Hopeful Tama won.

Raven scowled through his too-long bangs. “The Angel Song doesn’t hurt humans. It only affects the evil within.” “Then you should be writhing on the ground with the hounds,” Mace mumbled.

Read it to me.” “Seriously?” he said quietly. “You want me to read you poetry? Like saving your life ten times wasn’t enough?

Reaffirm your love for one another and let grow.

Read this first volume and you'll want to finish the next two--300,000 words in total--with the first 90,000 setting the stage for a life-affirming masterpiece, and characters you will never forget!

Real is not Dreams, Dreams are not Real, Unless you find the fine line...and erase it

Real beauty is to ask nothing of your image.

Real faith looks beneath the surface. Real faith knows that faith works sometimes in dark places. Real faith knows that sometimes in order to see a change, you will have to steer through your situation to really see it.

Really? well, thank you. I was under the impression you wouldn't spit on me if I was on fire

Real love is booty grabbin

Reality runs the risk of spoiling things, don't you think? The fantasy is often better. That's where the soul is fulfilled. Reality struggles to fulfil the soul, that's why we're often so unhappy. But fantasy is the world of the soul...

Real love, she always said, knew no bounds. It wasn't hindered by space or time. It couldn't be weakened by death. Real love started in your heart and went straight through infinity.

Real scratching is superior to masturbation, in my opinion.

„Reci im da ću ih izbaciti napolje ako se ne utišaju, ne mogu da spavam.“ Vikao je Vladimir iz svoje sobe, doduše ne zvučeći baš ljutito. „Ne možeš da spavaš jer si previše začinio večeru i sada te muči žgaravica,“ odgovorila mu je Nataša i dodala:„Nemaš više dvadeset, ti si sada čovek u godinama.“ Namignula je curama i poželela laku noć.Krenula je da zatvara vrata kada se začuo Vladimirov glas: „Dođi da ti pokažem šta može čovek u godinama!

Recapping the water he turned on the sofa to face her, his eyes reflexively dropping to her chest where he knew the key was hidden. Thank God the dress was high necked, otherwise he would be outright eyeing her cleavage. “Thinking of going in?” She questioned, amusement dancing in those clear eyes.

Refusing to listen to him any longer, Julian backs up. “Whenever you realize working together is in Summer’s best interest, come find me, Boy Scout. Until then, I’ll just pretend you don’t exist.” Then he walks away. Gage glares at Julian’s retreating form. His hand scrapes through his hair as he fumes. A guttural roar of rage crawls up his throat, and he kicks the sand. Damn him and his stupid logic. He’s right. And Gage knows he’s right. But that doesn’t mean he has to like it.