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Peter Koestenbaum also elaborated on the importance of others, particularly romantic lovers, in the existential context. Love is the choice to create and reflect each other mutually, verifying and illuminating each other's uniqueness because this is how we learn that we exist and who we are. A key theme of authentic love is resistance between, but welcoming of, two independent consciousness acting like positive and negative magnets within a single magnetic field.

Philippe to his mother "do stop chasing after a carriage that has a runaway mare.

Philip. I have never been outside of England. I've never even been to London. Do you know what I would give for your experiences? How could you possibly think you would bore me?" He didn't answer, but there was such a look of delight in his eyes that I had to ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?" "You called me Philip. For the first time.

Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark to hit up. He scratched his front claws to re-attack the sand.

Pina colada kisses and cocaine nips never lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.

Piensa que soy más débil de lo que en realidad soy, lo cual debería irritarme. En lugar de eso, le miro casi con asombro, porque me esta tratando como a una dama y no como a una criada. Alec desea cuidarme, a mí, que siempre he tenido que atender las necesidades de otro. Aunque pequeño, jamás esperé ni siquiera un gesto como ese de un hombre rico. De nadie, en verdad. Inopinadamente, me doy cuenta de lo maravilloso que sería tener a alguien cuidara de mí de vez en cuando.

Placing her palm against the nearby spruce covered in fluffy white snow, Denyse bowed her head knowing the decision being made was one she didn't want to make. She needed Joseph, and so far, he's proved that he'll be there to make sure no one else got hurt.

Phoenix wouldn’t stop looking at me like he was looking through a telescope. It was unsettling, being stared at like I was the most beautiful thing in space.

Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.

photographs are very interesting, and you can look into them a million times and still find a new meaning in them, something in the past that was caught in the film itself…

Pian piano le mani di Luca risalirono fino al viso di Laura, s’infilarono tra i capelli e il suo volto si fece più vicino, le labbra a un soffio dalle sue senza sfiorarla, in un bacio immaginario di fiato e sguardi.

Playing the martyr doesn’t suit you, Leila.’ ‘Maybe not, but playing the complete and utter bastard clearly suits you.

please,Tana,please.' -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

Pleasure and pain. That was my Melody. She was my poison so toxic, when sampled, yet, so sweet...

Please don't talk to me like I'm crazy. I've been accused of personality disorders enough this week, thanks. You know I've slept with girls before and didn't get attached.

Poe, come on. Don't be like this." She avoided his gaze, and that was killing him. He'd rather she yell at him than give him nothing at all.

Please, let me take you home. You’re drunk.” “I am not.” I shoved him, spilling some kind of delicious poison on him. “Go home and have a wild time with Ms. Scarlet. In the bedroom. With the—” “Okay, you’re starting to talk board game. Let’s go home, babe. I’ll get you into bed.

Please Tell me what your favorite flavor of ice cream... is

Please. Put the gun down and we'll talk. A beautiful woman holding a small cannon plays hell with my concentration. Christovao (Chris) Santos, Sanctuary

Please stop sniffing the robot boy, Noemi tells herself, jerking out of the trance.

Please your mother: just lie around upstairs and smoke some pot. Be a revolutionary.

Poetry, romance, beauty, and love have no book value, but life has no value without them.

Plus tard, entre le rêve éveillé et la léthargie, elle sentit un courant d’air très frais derrière elle, avant qu’une douce chaleur irradie le long de son dos. Un bras fort se resserra autour de sa taille et elle se sentit lovée contre un torse ferme et agréablement chaud. Elle n’eut même pas à réfléchir pour reconnaître la silhouette de Tristan. Tout son être le reconnaissait.

Poetry contains few words but tells much. Its beauty is that by being condensed it is rich in meaning and open to various interpretations. Unlike prose, there is no boundary to poetry. There is nothing concrete or black and white. Poetry is mutable; it is transformative. Poetry is the alchemy of hearts. And what cannot be said in prose can sometimes be only said through poetry.

Plentiful pleases, my pretty pontificating prince?” He bent down and nudged Beckett’s nose with his.

Plucking a rose only proves you desire it, but nurturing it proves you love it.

Please kiss that girl a million times.

Polly ended her lesson with the words she lived by: man is tender by nature, the rest is invented. Everyone applauded, even Bernice who was relieved that it was finally over.

Podían pensar que fue la oscuridad de la noche la que les ayudó a echarse uno en brazos del otro, pero lo hubieran hecho igualmente si el sol del mediodía hubiera iluminado la dorada cúpula de la catedral de San Luis de los Inválidos

Poor Amy. I could tell she was suffering. Poor Thing. Life was so tough for the rich, beautiful and magical.

Popcorn, chocolate, coffee, ice cream, and pizza. The five food groups. Health nuts are going to feel stupid one day, dying of nothing.

Porque el cielo siempre es bonito. Incluso cuando está nublado y llueve, es maravilloso mirar al cielo. Es mi cosa preferida porque sé que si alguna vez me pierdo o estoy asustado, solo tengo que mirar hacia arriba y siempre estará ahí pase lo que pase... y que siempre será precioso.

Polygamy is a luxury of the cave-people, and monogamy is an existential responsibility of the civilized society.

Por eso a veces hay que soltar un poco de lastre. No se puede cargar con todo para siempre.

„Posesivnost u vezi je negde duboko zatrpano i skriveno osećanje nesigurnosti u samoga sebe ali ponekada može suprotnoj strani da bude pokazatelj vaše privrženosti.

¿Por qué le importa tanto a la gente lo gorda que esté o deje de estar?

—Por supuesto que sí, preciosa. —Su tono era irregular, pero sincero—. Lo eres todo para mí. Te quiero. Te quiero mucho.

„Ponekad mislim da imaš deset godina, ne znam kako takvom pričom uspeš da smuvaš tolike devojke?“ „Tara, ja razumem da ti imaš oči samo za našeg dragog diva Aleka ali ovom telu,“ rekao je pokazujući prstom po sebi, „i ovom licu, niko ne može da odoli.Tako da ja uopšte nemam potrebu da pričam,“ arogantno je dodao. „Mislim da je tako i bolje, inače bi se drastično smanjio broj tvojih osvajanja.“ Rekla je i uspešno izbegla njegovu u ruku koja je krenula ka njenoj kosi da je počupa. „Baš ti dobro stoji uloga dosadne i naporne mlađe sestre,“ dobacio je Nikolaj.

Polygamy is about sex, whereas monogamy is about love.

Pour elle, aimer, c'était prendre tous les risques et donner notre vie pour quelqu'un, oui, l'amour était une chose de cet ordre. Mais dans la vie, cela ne se produisait qu'une seule fois.

Pour ce qu’il avait pu en observer l’existence des hommes s’organisait autour du travail, qui occupait la plus grande partie de la vie, et s’accomplissait dans des organisations de dimension variable. A l’issue des années de travail s’ouvrait une période plus brève, marquée par le développement de différentes pathologies. Certains êtres humains, pendant la période la plus active de leur vie, tentaient en outre de s’associer dans des micro-regroupements, qualifies de familles, ayant pour but la reproduction de l’espèce ; mais ces tentatives, le plus souvent, tournaient court, pour des raisons liées a la <>.

Poverty is everywhere, Zarish. People should have the courage to get out of the vicious circle of it.

Postoji kratak trenutak, momenat koji traje samo par sekundi kada se tek probudimo, otvorimo oči i ne postoji ništa. Sve je prazno kao čist list papira. Nema sećanja, nema osećanja, samo veliko debelo ništa. Onda trepnemo i taj osećaj prođe i zameni ga teret stvarnosti. Odjednom, sve je opet tu i moramo se suočiti sa buđenjem.

Pour yourself a cup of steaming coffee, honey, then come pour yourself into me. I need you like you need your morning fix. You need me to breathe. And today I need you to love me like a storm. Love is the only thing that will heal our tormented hearts. Love is the only thing that will set us free.

Pray to whatever you believe in that they don't send the snakes.

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with or just take a nice silly walk in Central Park with.

Princess Anlei to the newly knighted Lord Knight Corann: "A princess does not need to rush into the fray like some …starving creature, but moves deliberately, with a purpose. I did not think for a moment that this gathering would end without you speaking to me at some point.

Primo giorno di navigazione 1 gennaio 1900, al largo della Costa Orientale degli Stati Uniti «Mr Benton, l’accompagno al suo posto al tavolo del comandante.» Con un piccolo cenno di ringraziamento, Ken seguì lo steward nella sfarzosa sala da pranzo dell’Oceanic II, tutta marmi, specchi e lampadari di cristallo, sino al tavolo centrale imbandito con una tale quantità di bicchieri e posate da mettere probabilmente in soggezione più di un commensale. Durante la traversata avrebbe diviso i pasti con il comandante, Mr Cameron, il suo vice, il medico di bordo e una ventina di passeggeri di prima classe, considerati, per varie ragioni a lui poco comprensibili, importanti.Ne aveva ricevuto l’elenco completo solo pochi minuti prima dal valletto che era andato a prelevarlo nel suo alloggio, per scortarlo, come un secondino, sino alla sala da pranzo: un trattamento di riguardo per i viaggiatori importantiche occupavano le suite del ponte principale del transatlantico. In realtà, Ken aveva sperato di poter trascorrere i cinque giorni della traversata da solo, a elaborare la delusione e a piangere sulla sua vita che non sarebbe trascorsa al fianco della donna che ancora amava disperatamente. E invece… era stato catapultato in un mondo dove gli obblighi sociali sembravano essere ancora più assillanti che sulla Quinta Avenue. Forse, a pensarci meglio, da domani avrebbe deciso di consumare tutti i pasti chiuso nella sua cabina, servito da Jim, il suo valletto. Forse ci sarebbe rimasto per tutti e cinque i giorni, chiuso nella sua cabina. Con l’umore nero che si ritrovava, che a dire il vero rasentava la disperazione, non aveva alcuna voglia di sorridere e scambiare chiacchiere inutili con un gruppo di spocchiosi aristocratici britannici e di suoi connazionali milionari, tutta gente che frequentava l’alta società della East Coast e Wall Street; come lui stesso, del resto. Sperò almeno di sedere vicino a uno degli ufficiali di bordo, in modo da poter intrattenere una conversazione che andasse al di là degli ultimi pettegolezzi. Compreso quello che probabilmente si era già diffuso in tutta New York e che riguardava la patetica rottura del suo fidanzamento con Camille Brontee. Dannazione! Se qualcuno gli avesse chiesto qualcosa a proposito, o vi avesse solo accennato, la tentazione di rifilargli un bel cazzotto sul naso sarebbe stata enorme. Si guardò la mano destra, ancora dolorante a causa del pugno che solo il giorno prima aveva tirato in faccia a Frank Raleigh, l’uomo per cui Camille lo aveva lasciato.

Princess, the contents of your shoe closet would break the budgets of a lot of third world countries - Jake Malone

PROLOGUE Some years ago in the Planet Orfheus ... It was dark when Lucius reached the rendezvous which had been chosen to be the new hideout. The latter had been used for several months and they were concerned that they were being followed and were close to being discovered. "I thought you were not coming. I've been waiting for you for almost an hour. I was getting anxious," Sofia said, relieved. "Sorry, love. It is becoming increasingly difficult. I almost didn't make it today. The troops were ambushed in the last invasion. Igor and many warriors returned seriously injured," Lucius replied. He looked worried. Why this sudden encounter? They had agreed that the next would be the following week. Lucius gave her a big hug, pulled her close to him, and remained silent for a few moments. His longing and desire consumed him. She meant the world to him. Without Sofia, his life would never make sense. He would never forget those eyes, serene and sincere, with a blue so bright and clear that were able to see the soul of the tormented warrior that was he. With her golden hair, Sofia looked like an angel. "Is there a problem? You're so quiet and deep in thought," she asked, puzzled. He answered, "I'm thinking about us. How long are we keeping it secret?" He walked away from her, sighing. "We can't keep lying and pretending that all is well. You have no idea how much I have to endure when you are away from me, or when I see you with him." "Love, not now. We have already discussed this subject several times. You know that our only alternative would be to flee and pray they will never find us," she replied. Sofia knew very well that the laws of the kingdom could not be disregarded. Love, respect, and loyalty were key factors that were part of the hierarchy of Orfheus. Although she had always been in love with Lucius who had never shown any interest in her, Sofia was bound to his brother Alex as a result of a pact. Over the centuries, Lucius began to change and express loving feelings for her. She never ceased to love him and both succumbed to the temptation and passion of it. Inevitably, a love affair developed between the two. Interrupting her thoughts, Lucius grabbed her by the hand and led her into the hut. This hut was located inside a vast and beautiful forest. He pulled her by the waist, gave her a passionate kiss, stroked her hair, and said softly, "Love, I missed you so much." "I also felt homesick but the real reason I came here today is to tell you something very important. I need you to listen carefully and keep calm," she said as she ran her hands through her hair which contrasted with her pale skin. Sofia did not want to scare him. However, she imagined that he would be upset and angry with the news. Unfortunately, the revelation was inevitable and sooner or later, everything would come out. "I'm pregnant," she said unceremoniously. For a brief moment, Lucius said nothing. He just stared at her without any reaction. He seemed to be in a silent battle with his own thoughts. "But how?" he babbled, not believing what he had just heard. It was surely a bombshell revelation. That would be the end for them. Sofia said, "Stay calm, love. I know this changes everything. What we were planning for months is no longer possible." She sat on a makeshift stool and continued with tears in her eyes. "With the baby coming, I cannot simply go through the portal. The baby and I would die during the crossing." Lucius replied, "Could we ask for help from Aunt Wilda? She is very powerful. Probably she would be able to break through the magic of the portals." Sofia had already thought of that. She was well aware that it was the only choice left. Aunt Wilda had always been like a mother to her. The sorceress adopted her when she was a girl, soon after her family had died in combat.