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...you definitely are deep water Dr. Fisher. Fathoms deep.

You don’t fucking get it, do you, Sparks?” Out of sheer frustration, Ben thwacked the wall with his hand. Hard. So hard his palm stung. “I love you. I am so goddamned, madly in love with you, I can’t see straight.” Ben’s voice resonated through the offices, echoed in his own ears. “You’re the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I imagine before I fall asleep. I dream about you. Every single night. I live to see you, at the office, at home, anywhere. I just need to see your face. Hold your body. Touch your skin. I need you, Mel. More than I need air. You can’t walk away from me. You can’t love someone else.” He gulped in a breath and almost choked on the emotion clogging his throat, so when he spoke again his voice was scratchy, and much, much softer. “I screwed up. I made you choose. And I’m sorry. So desperately, pathetically sorry for that. But I can’t let you go. I can’t let him have you, because you’re mine. You were made for me, like I was made for you. We’re two peas in a pod, sweetness. We’re the same, you and I. We’re meant to be together.

You don't know me, Sejal. But I hope you do. VEry soon!

You fault me for having standards?' Sebastian countered icily. 'Not at all. I fault you for having two sets of them.' ~ Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent & Cam Rohan.

You found it,” she announced. I smiled, knowing what she meant. She and I’d had conversations since I was a small child about finding true love. She’d fallen deep with my grampa, who I hadn’t met, he’d died before I was born in a work accident, but she’d never sought out anyone else. She couldn’t imagine her life without him. She’d told me that some people could find love over and over but others found it once and it was so perfect, so ‘it’ that they’d never look elsewhere, even if they lost it. They’d had such good from it that they were topped up for life.

You fill my soul with hope and love. Together, we will remain through the heavens above. One soul, together. For always and forever…

You groan and shake your head, Sixsmith, I know, but you smile too, which is why I love you.

You have something else of mine, Miss Wakefield,” he amended. “I believe you meant to borrow it and return it directly, but you never did return . . . my heart. It’s been in your possession since our first meeting.” She drew in a staggered breath, daring to hope. “Though without a heart, one might wonder how I came to be here, standing before you right now,” he went on, making her heard spin again. “Do you wonder, Miss Wakefield?” When she nodded, he grinned and placed her hand over his chest. “There is a heart in here, but it is not mine. You see, I believe you made a dire mistake our first meeting. When you meant to return mine, instead you gave me yours. Doesn’t it beat strangely beneath my breast?

YOU have to design your own Price tag for the world.

You hung around the tattered edges of my soul, that's where you preferred to be...

You just wait. Soon, lovers all over the world will be reciting poems dedicated to you. This is my promise.

You kept me down so you would feel up, but love isn't a competition. The sun and the moon exist simultaneously in their aloneness, bestowing light, guiding life and time, because they work together. I'm not sure if I'm the sun or if I'm the moon, but I have found a love that embraces the equality of their inseparable connection.

You know it feels good. I can hardly geta…I don’t even…” There was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sen-tence. Amusing, but arousing at the sametime.

You know nothing says love like a man holding a bucket, waiting for you to hurl into it." "No, offense, you start hurling and I'm going to be needed immediately downstairs in the casino ... I guarantee it." She glared at him with only her one eye open. "That's not very romantic." He scoffed at her aggravated tone. "Excuse me? Did I miss something? What has ever been romantic about vomit?" "A man standing by your side when you're sick. Holding your hair back from your face ... that's romantic." "In what alternate universe do you live? Here in a place I like to call reality, that's disgusting. Who in their right mind would find that romantic?

You know, Savannah, if you cry, I won’t tell anyone,’ Ken said quietly. ‘I promise.

You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” “If my heart grows any fonder, it’s going to hop out of my chest and into yours.

You know what, your imagination works faster than your mind.

You know when you mix butt and Angel in the same sentence, it becomes an insult,” I say and take a big gulp from the can. With his back to me, he says, “Trust me, I would never dream of insulting your butt. I’m sure it’s better than anything I’m cooking out here.

You know what?” he whispered, out of breath, “You’re about to be in a whole lot of trouble. We probably better go.

You like me not because I like you. I like you just because I like me.

You made me face something I should have faced a long time ago. I'm grateful. And I should have never asked you to leave. You don't ask someone you to love to walk out of your life

You make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world

You love me and love me not your love is an arm of clock joining hands with mine only to leave me again

You love me?” My brain was mush and I wasn’t sure if it was from his words or the pain pill. Yes, I love you.” His eyes bored into mine. “ I love you.” I traced his cheek with my fingers. “Can you tell me again when I’m not on pain medicine?” “I’ll tell you every day.” “Maybe twice a day?” I felt my eyelids growing heavy. “A hundred times a day.

You must always think of it like that if you can. Think of it all as - as romantic. It helps.

... you only know what I want you to know, you only see what I want you to see."... Wade: " I don't care! I am in love with your mind, with the person you are. I couldn't care about the packaging.

You're a romantic. What's romantic about a guy wanting to go somewhere and actually getting there?

Your confidence in me is heartwarming. Makes me want to return all the money I stole from the little old ladies and kick the heroin.

You’re a good date,” he said. “You thought of it as a date?” He nodded. “From the beginning.

You realise that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you,” he said.

You're just a huge romantic at heart, aren't you?" "If there's cash involved, I'm anything you want me to be.

You’re mad,” he said in a low voice, “if you think I would leave you now. I’ll see you safe and well no matter what it takes.

Your embrace feels like slipping the key in the front door.

You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.

You’re saying we can write our own destiny,” I said, feeling too jaded and stubborn in the moment to believe it. “I am saying,” he said carefully, “that this is not the end of the story. Not the way I am writing it.

You're like a bullet that pierced my flesh, my heart and my soul. Pero sa lahat ng tinamaan ng bala, ako na ata ang pinakamasaya.

You remember?' he said incredulously. 'What could you possibly remember?' he asked, staring at her, waiting for the answer. The beauty from within her soul shined brightly through her loving eyes as she looked deep into Noah’s now melting eyes. 'I remember — I love you,' she said in a soft voice, nervously biting her lip.

you're not the kind of woman that gets one night. you're worth a lifetime.

you're the moon revolving round my earth you light darkness off my soul, and you're so beautiful to see, you stole my breathe

your gaze across my cheeks turned them into strawberry fields.

Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed away the poems I chalked on the ground and drowned all my beliefs. Now, I only scribble your name and believe in your truth. I know nothing but you.

Your friends can be double-edged knife thy can either nurture you or destroy you. Choose them Wisely......

...your heart spoke for you. You gave up everything for me.

Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we’ll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.

Your spot on someone's schedule speaks volumes...

Your middle name might be discreet, but mine is resourceful, Darling.

You say 'love' too easily, Kepler." "No, not rally - please don't call me that. The idea that love has to be a blazing romantic thing of monogamous stability is innately ludicrous. You loved your parents, perhaps, because they were the warmth you could flee to. You loved your first childhood crush with a passion that made your lips tingle, your flesh grow light in their presence. You loved your wife with the steadiness of an ocean against the shore; your lover with the blaze of a shooting star, your best friend with the confidence of a mountain. Love is a many-splendorous thing, as the old song says....

You spend the beginning part of your life with your mother, so love her; the middle part of your life with your girlfriend, so care for her; and the end part of your life with your wife, so adore her.

You should see it,” he said. “V for Vendetta, I mean.” “Okay,” I said. “I’ll look it up.” “No. With me. At my house,” he said. “Now.

You taste like mine.