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I am strange; I show different things; So please Don’t think I don’t love you Because the truth Is the opposite

I am the sum of all the words I’ve said to you, I am the sum of all the things I’ve done to you. I’m the sum of all my right decisions and all my mistakes, all my triumphs and all my defeats, I’m all the moments I dared and all those I was scared, all the ugliness I created and all the beauty I destroyed.

I am trying to sell beauty. Worst that you can do to me is not buy it!

I am waiting for you in the living room... the very pink living room. I do hope that when we acquire a home of our own, after this nonsense has passed, you will not insist on bathing the entire space in shades of bubble gum.

I am the product of any imperfection of mine I have never used to make my life better.

I am the shadow of the flame.

I am with you Natalie. We will get through this together and if we can’t get through it I will stay with you in it,

I am the woman at the water’s edge, offering you oranges for the peeling, knife glistening in the sun. This is the scent and taste of my skin: citon and sweet. Touch me and your life will unfold before you, easily as this skirt billows then sinks, lapping against my legs, my toes filtering through the rivers silt. Following the current out to sea, I am the kind of woman who will come back to haunt your dreams, move through your humid nights the way honey swirls through a cup of hot tea

I am what my past allows me to be.

I am wondering, do you think of me?

I am your earth if you want me to be. I am your sky if you want me to be. I am your sun if you want me to be. I am your world if you want me to be. I am your universe if you want me to be.

Ian, man, I didna tell ye because I didna wish to lose you too. My brother was gone, and my father. I didna mean to lose my own heart's blood as well. For you are dearer to me even than home and family, love.'She cast a lopsided smile at Jamie. 'And that's saying quite a bit.

I applied mine heart to know, and to search, and to seek out wisdom, And the reason of things, And to know the wickedness of folly, even of foolishness and madness: And I find more bitter than death, the woman, whose heart is snares and nets, and her hands as bands-

I asked the mountains and valleys about you. And they said that they miss you as much as I miss you!

I asked if you'd rather me keep my shirt on." "No. Why?" "Should we throw a tarp over the statue of David while we're at it?

::I am yours, beloved. As you are mine. For all of eternity…::

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

I asked you a question. What are you doing here?" Resting his elbows on the side of the tub, he smiled lazily. She hated it when he smiled lazily. "Waiting for the bubbles to evaporate," he said.

Ian colgó el teléfono y me besó. Me apretó más fuerte contra su cuerpo y con su mano libre me tomó del cuello, sin ninguna prisa. Sus labios jugaron con los míos, su lengua paseaba con ligereza por mi boca, suavemente metió su mano bajo mi suéter. Acarició mi cintura, mi abdomen. Su otra mano la acompañó y recorrieron mi espalda. Yo coloqué mis brazos alrededor de su cuello, enredé mis manos en su cabello y lo atraje hacia mí.

I believe in a world where love can still catch you off guard and where the best part is the falling stage. Those shy glances, the racing heart, flushed cheeks, and the butterflies? That's magic. ~Sarah Brocious on More Than Scars

I became lost in a world darkened beyond any known shade of black, and the only light that I have seen since...is you.

I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I didn’t hear her voice.

I beg your pardon. Sometimes, it's true I can be stubborn.' 'Sometimes?' she added derisively. 'Quite often,' he tempered.

I beg your pardon." Tameka held up her hand and shook her head in disbelief. "Did we just get passed by a centaur?" "We got passed by a group of them," Ran corrected. Beckit grinned at Tameka. "Goodbye Kansas, hello Oz." "Amen to that, sister.

I believe that destiny, and anything that is truly meant to be, will always find a way to right itself.

I believe in the unity of souls because I've seen it. I remember how my grandfather and grandmother lived together. But as for the rest, I know perfectly well how it will go, and how it will end.

I believe in you, Sonya. You're a girl who can do impossible things. No one like you has walked this world. I regret not realizing that sooner.

I believe she imbued my body thus, finding every touch enhanced by ambiguity of intention, as if it too required translation, and so each touch branched out, became a variety of touches.

I believe in Love, and I know love conquers all.

I believe that in matters of the heart there is no such thing as compromise. Love means that you give each other everything.

I believe that life always has a way of surprising you, for better or for worse," he looks at me once more, his eyes holding mine captive in its strong hold. "And that you always have a choice as to how the story ends...

I believe the stars align so souls can find one another. Whether they are meant to be souls in love or souls in life remains to be seen.

I believe there's no expiration date for falling in love.

I better go," Carter squeezed me once more and stood, grabbing his wallet from the coffee table. "I need to hit up the lottery if I want to get you out of this mess. Will you let me buy a monkey if we win, though?" "Only if you buy me an island off the coast of Fiji." "You crazy-ass woman. A monkey is so much cooler than an island." "How about a monkey IN Fiji?" "Now there's a woman after my own heart," Carter slapped his hand to his chest, sighing dramatically. "I'll let you know if we win." He started for the door. "Uh huh." "You'll know if we do. I'll be the one streaking on Pike Street.

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

I call you domina because that’s what you are,” Samuel insisted. “It’s what I was. Now I’m just Brie. What if I only called you pathfinder?

I blink rapidly, breaking our reverie and force myself to focus on something,anything, other than his beauty. Or his body. A body I want pressed against mine, limbs and tongues twisted and tangled, our flesh contortioned into X-rated abstract art...

I brought my hand to the back of his neck and leaned into him, sliding my fingers into the curls at his nape. His arms clasped tighter around me. I sighed just a little against his mouth, feeling that it was almost too much, all this newness, this feeling that there was space and light inside me I’d never noticed before. Every part of me down to my fingertips felt like reworked glass, melting into some new shape, my edges beginning to glow. I wanted to do nothing but change this way, pressed against his body, his warmth and goodness, forever.

I broke up with her to avoid getting into a serious relationship with her, and now it

"Take your hair down," he croaked, his voice deep even to his own ears. She blinked, and reached up to pull the elastic from her hair, the motion doing fascinating things to the fit of her lingerie. He watched the shiny, blond-streaked tresses fall over her shoulders and down her back, and felt a tug of satisfaction that his pillows would smell like her hair after all this was over. Maybe for days. He would revel in that, later. For now, he had the woman herself to savor.

I bet I could have stayed in my office for an hour, and you'd still be sitting here, gagging for me. - Cassie

I brought you something. It’s my sister’s coat. It gets cold in Nashville in the wintertime.

I brushed my fingers over the black flames of his warrior-mark. There were secrets behind these markings. This man was full of secrets, and I wanted to unravel them.

I came from across the ocean and through the wilderness and landed here and found you hiding behind a tapestry. My fate was sealed at the sight of your stockinged feet. ~Viktor von Strassenberg

I can infer the words you aren’t saying. If I were yours this would never happen again. No one would ever lay a hand on me,” she mocked. “You’d treat me better, like a queen, and we’d live happily ever after.” He had no rebuttal. His eyes shifted to her gold torque, abandoned on his nightstand. Not queen, but close. My blood is strong. Ancient. You would be...formidable. We would not live ever after, but hunt together forevermore.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W. I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.

I can barely breathe but I think that his lips might be better than oxygen at the moment.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me..Phil 3:14

I can let go of the twenty-three-year-old idiot who didn't realize just how much he could love you. I can. He's gone. I can let go of the man who was so tied up in his own guilt that he didn't really see you for years. But I will never let go of the eighty-year-old man who will hold your hand until the day he dies. I will fight for that old man. I will never let go of him.