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It could have been worse. He could have said he wasn't a 'dessert person' and then I would have been forced to jump out of a moving car.

It’d take a lot more than a quick fuck to lose me, Lockland.” He smiled and nipped my lower lip. “Plus,” I murmured, pulling back, “your cock is pretty nice. I think my ass would miss it.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me right away,” he said. “Just give me a chance.

It doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. We’re not going to act like he doesn’t exist. Not anymore.

It draws you in and you feel involved as if you're watching. - Barbara Bailey

It doesn’t hurt much. I don’t know how it looks” – he lowered his hand and turned his face to the side – “but it can’t be that bad. What do you think? You’d date me, right?” Alex pushed him away, grinning. “You’re an idiot.

It didn’t take much to turn a man solitary-being the new guy too often, being controversial now and then, a couple of unsuccessful attempts at a lasting relationship with a woman…

I tell him goodbye instead - a kind of goodbye that's never, ever final.

Tell her. Confess. If I told her now, she might not give me cake. Daniel, confess. But... cake. No cake until you confess. Shit.

It ends. Good things always end terribly, at dawn in his arms wrapped, silently or— late in the night in unchartered apartments or hotel foyers, over a fight. It ends. Good things always end terribly.

I tell you all the time, you will never be able to replace me with a brass and steam contraption.

I tended to fall in love with characters in books. Most guys I went to school with were far too interested in sports or video games. How could they hold a candle to Mister Darcy’s intensity, Tom Joad’s ethics, Martin Eden’s passion, Caleb Trask’s struggle for goodness, or Edmond Dantes’ cunning intellect?

It feels like forever, like he's lived through the same things as me, like our lives ran parallel for years until last week, when they finally intersected and fused.

It does. This is how it should have been anyway.' I caught my breath as he kissed my neck, teeth grating my skin. 'And I'll take back what's mine.

It feels like Scotland." "Have you ever been?" "Mmmm. Twice. Have you?" "No." "You should. It's your roots. You'll be surprised how much they tug at you when you breathe the air in the Highlands or look out at a lowland loch.

It felt terrific. It felt deeper and richer than laughter. It felt like opening a door and tumbling headfirst into a pile of feathers.

It has been said that Shakespeare, the great delineator of human character, has failed in distinguishing his principal women—and that such as he meant to be amiable are all equally gentle and good. How difficult then it is for a novelist to give to one of his heroines any very marked feature which shall not disfigure her! Too much reason and self-command destroy the interest we take in her distresses. It has been observed, that Clarissa is so equal to every trial as to diminish our pity. Other virtues than gentleness, pity, filial obedience, or faithful attachment, hardly belong to the sex.

It had been Ink who had drawn out the original tree that represented Czar in their colors. That sturdy trunk with many roots. The seventeen branches represented the survivors. In the original drawing there had been eighteen branches. The crowd were the children they had tried to save--Steele has tried to save. The skulls rolling in the roots represented the men and women they had killed in order to survive--or the ones they killed to exact vengeance for those children who had never left their prison.

It had been the most difficult part of coming to terms with what she was; knowing that she had to give up a potentially blissful and wildly happy relationship with Caleb. But it was her responsibility, she told herself, to say goodbye to him.

It finally was entirely silent and I inhaled and breathed its magical peace...

It had been a long, dull day at Jackson without Hurrican Lena, and I was starting to wonder how I ever got through eight periods without all the trouble she caused me. Without all the trouble she made me want to cause myself.

It had been so long since she’d given herself permission to just feel without thinking, to act without discussing the consequences. And yeah, there would be consequences, she had no doubt.

It has been said that with every great love we have, a little piece of our souls is left behind after the cleaving.

I think I finally understand what it is that you experienced in our last moments together. The fear to resign yourself to a final belief greater than yourself. It is difficult to decide what cause to believe in because of the fear that it is a lesser unworthy cause, it is not the meaning but rather a symptom of looking for meaning. And in all of our attachments we long for them to have meaning no matter how long they last. It is a scary thing to create such a drastic action that changes your life. It requires more than faith, there will be a second where only the action and what Kierkegaard called the infinite movement would have to occur. The final dance.

I think he wanted to kiss me." "What does that mean?" "I don't know." "Is it a form of attack?" "Uh… not really, I guess. Most witches probably like it." What is done during this… kiss? This time, Sanna's cheeks flared she turned away grateful that shadows had fallen. “You touch with your lips.” He snorted. "I cannot see the purpose." "Me either.

I think I found your vampire,” Andrew said, except this time he wasn’t so amused. However, Gabriella was, her smile huge as she laughed, the sound a trill in the densely packed cold air. “You think this is funny?” The words came out surly, but Andrew couldn’t stop his lips from twitching over her amusement. “I thought they’d be bigger,” she said, stifling another round of giggles. “Are you okay?” “Just a flesh wound.

I, the great and powerful D.S. will create a harem for all the women in the world!!!! For a woman, no greater joy exists in the entire universe than to fuck me, the ultimate sex symbol!!!

It has been said by many that a true love story has no happy ending simply because the truest of loves never ends. It is immortal. This is the kind of love that lives forever in your heart as a feeling you will always feel, a place you can always return to.

I think I am more prone to mistrust kindness than something that is obviously bad.

I think I fell in love with you that amazing night on the kitchen floor. Or maybe it was the evening you stepped up and set my arm." Testing things, he reached for her hand, and, to his joy, she glared, but she let him take it. "Or maybe the night I knew I loved you was when I kissed you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. It's hard to say because I look at you now and it seems to me there's never been a time when I didn't love you.

I think it would have to be the way that my sister looks at you when you can’t see it.” “Yeah? And how’s that?” he asked, very interested in the answer. “Oh, you know,” she said coolly, “like you’re the air she needs to breathe.

I think back to what Landon said about heartbreak, that if you don’t love the person, they can’t break your heart. Hardin repeatedly breaks my heart, even when I don’t think there are any more pieces to break. And I love him. I love Hardin.

I think I could have loved you.

I think I could spend an eternity with you, Killian, and never tire of hearing you speak to me.

I think it's time you got a summer love of your own until lover boy sees he need to ditch Gina.

I think I see my life already starting to write on my next decision the adventures of a loneliness which for the first time in years can stand being alone again.

I think I was actually channelling my grandfather,’ she admitted. ‘He lived right out in the woods in this little cottage and he used to scare the life out of me and my older sister with stories about bears and wolves.’ ‘I didn’t know you grew up in a Grimm fairy-tale.’ ‘Ha, ha – Russia, actually.’ ‘Ahh, I see: Katia Bialogawski,' he pronounced her name slowly, rolling it over his tongue like a boiled sweet, with all the right inflections. It made her spine tingle.

I think I like you," I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear. "I think I like you back.

I think . . . I've got everything I want.

I think people need hope when times are tough. I think they also need escape and adventure and fantasy. Books are like cheap mini vacations.

I think only when you are truly alone can you see you never were.

I think sometimes we fall in love just because it feels so good to love someone, to desire them, to yearn for another human being, to cross the boundary of aloneness that is part of human existence.

I think preconceived ideas or prejudgments are meant to give us an edge whenever we are dealing with others we don’t know or haven’t made the effort to understand.

I think people write to remember: (Whether) to bring back a mem'ry to life, (Or for their future selves a reminder, Once God begins to dim their lights). But I learnt that I write not just to recall, Because, damn, I cite well if I let, Profusely[-]vividly remembering all – I think I write in hopes to forget.

I think poverty is not the worst thing in the world, blindness is, because blind people cannot see your beauty.

I think what we want is within us from the beginning. I think fear can distract us from knowing the truth of who we are and what we want.

I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice.

I though I screwed everything up," I say. He smiles. "You're only one person. In the whole universe. You can't screw everything up.

I think the word ‘pleasure’ is unknown to you. More precisely, its practical meaning.

I think you still love me,’ he says, ‘even though you don’t want to.’ I glare at him, fury battling my instincts. ‘Because that kind of love, Jessa,’ Kit continues, ‘doesn’t just disappear. It doesn’t just fade. I still love you. I’ll always love you. And I think you feel the same way about me. And hell, I know I don’t deserve it. I know all I deserve is your hatred. But if there’s a chance, a single chance that you might still love me, then I’m not going to throw it away. Because I’ve been through hell and you’re the only reason I’m still standing.’ He pauses. ‘So tell me the truth. Do you love him?