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The world is made out of Nutella. You just need to stick your tongue out, so that you could really taste it.

They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.

They say that woman is an invitation to happiness; this one is more like Heaven’s rejection. She’s like a treasure: drives you crazy and forces to spend your life searching for her. She never hides her madness. She is the madness at first sight. Age isn’t just kind to her, it’s afraid of her. She is the queen of my dreams and the queen of my sins; my best enemy and my worst friend; my finite paradise and my eternal rock 'n' roll hell… There is nothing more melancholy than my past; nothing more exciting than our present; nothing more mysterious than her future.

They say I should stay away from you,” I said. “They said you’re not good for me.” “I’m not,” he said with a wicked smile, “But doesn’t that make it even more fun?

They say never say never but we'll make an exception because: never would I change you never would I leave you never would I bring you down never ever will I stop loving you. Now change those woulds to "wills" and you'll have a better idea of me.

They teach you, as children, that you might go to heaven. They never teach you that heaven might come to you.

They tell us the greatest love story is how water fell in love with fire. Or how satan fell in love with God. But the greatest love story to me is how I didn’t notice myself falling, when I fell in love with you

Things began happening with odd synchronicity, as if the universe itself was conspiring on behalf of their love story.

Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing. There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world. There aren’t many, but there are always a few people we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with, that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars, and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives. And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety- eight because some things you feel are real, no matter when.

This girl is magic. She's wild incantations. She's that spark that lit me back to life and I'm burning for her.

This is my gift to you, this story that is also a song, these words that are a part of Fokir. Such flaws as there are in my rendition of it I do not regret, for perhaps they will prevent me from fading from sight, as a good translator should. For once, I shall be glad if my imperfections render me visible.

This isn’t Sex and the City, and life isn’t a Nicholas Sparks novel. The best kind of love is one that is calming on the spirit, easy on the heart, fulfilling and completing.

This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.

This is what Kay needs right now, soft touching and caring. When we're together, I want to love her just like this.

This is why I choose not to have real-life girlfriends. I can’t even pretend without starting a fight.

This kiss was different from the first one under the olive tree. That one had been unplanned, she was pretty sure. This kiss had intention and hunger branded all over it. It was like one of those kisses you read about in fairy tales—but Alana had never imagined that such a kiss could cause bone-trembling shivers as well as bliss. She’d never considered the downside of the awakening kiss, of how the princess felt when the hero tore through the thorns or scaled the tower and speared heat and sex and life-changing energy into the princess’s world.

«This summer's been a dream,» Ethan murmured. «I know.» «I just hate that we've only got one week before it ends.» «You've got it all wrong, Eth,» Alek said, gently running his hand through Ethan's surfer hair. «This summer's not the dream. We are. You and me. And it doesn't matter what time of the year it is, as long as we're together.» «I like that, Polly-O.» Ethan smiled. «We'll wreak havoc, you and me.» Alek told him.

Those who marry before love "Manage Love" and those who love before marriage ,“Manage Marriage".

To love and be loved is a wonderful feeling.

Those who never love, do not understand what love is.

Tidak mengapa kalau kau patah hati, tidak mengapa kalau kau kecewa, atau menangis tergugu karena harapan, keinginan memiliki, tapi jangan berlebihan. Jangan merusak diri sendiri. Selalu pahami, cinta yang baik selalu mengajari kau agar menjaga diri. Tidak melanggar batas, tidak melewati kaidah agama. Karena esok lusa, ada orang yang mengaku cinta, tapi dia melakukan begitu banyak maksiat, menginjak-injak semua peraturan dalam agama, menodai cinta itu sendiri.

To him I shall Care for & Respect. To the World he may be like Everyone, But for me, He will be the One.

To live and love is a great fulfillment.

Too many times, I confused my melancholy for loneliness and sought comfort in the wrong arms. Too many times, I surrendered myself to my own illusions, trying to find something that I didn’t understand. Always searching for an elusive affection, desire so pervading it was painful in its insatiability. Every time I held it close, it slipped through my fingers, my body resting in the depth of others only to find myself shivering in shallow water. When you wrapped yourself around me, I knew it was different. A subtlety I had never known, in your embrace. Our restless, wandering souls came together, ideas and passions transforming into redamancy. I know it now – that elusive something I had always wanted – with you, every day, in every kiss, the way you touch me, in dark and light, in the illumination of all of the little things, with hundreds of no matter whats and the taste of forever.

To be fearlessly vulnerable with someone…One of the deepest, most desirable paradoxes of love.

To excite my thoughts with your agony … To burn my soul in an explosion of hearts … To pull out my ignorance from the depth of my mind … To rush my fight with inner daemons … To torture my brain in a chaotic dance of thoughts … To cast the shadows from my little world … To feel the death of my celestial tendril (Excerpted from "Why did you come", chapter Passion)

Tonight they granted at least one wish,” I whispered, and I lowered my head so our lips drifted over one another. “I love you Adam, no matter how lost you are…or I am…I will only ever love you.

Trick.” I say a little louder. “Shhh, sleep baby.” He mumbles. I laugh and smack his arm. “Wake up. I can feel your morning wood.” This gets his attention and he sits up, taking me with him. The arms wrapped around my middle graze my breasts as he shifts up and a tingle shoots straight between my legs. “God, Caroline, I’m so...” He stops, probably realizing that he doesn't have morning wood, “I don't have...” He’s actually pretty cute all sleepy. He laughs. “I know but I couldn't figure out how else to get your attention.” I shrug.

Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly. I’m the winner in this game, unable to stoop to your level of shame. Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.

True love is when you love someone with your eyes closed.

True Love comes only once in life with one person,if its come second time its just medicine to forget first one.

We are a short time here and along time gone. Live!

Tu corazón va más deprisa que el vals.

Upon their meeting in New York in 1958: “We didn’t want to live together. We didn’t have any examples of what a good love relationship between two men could be. And there was always the problem of hiding so no one would know we were gay. There was no question that if I were known to be gay, living with another man, it would make it more difficult for me to get work as an actor.” - Alan Shayne, co-author, Double Life

Vielleicht gibt es ja gar keine tollen, wunderbaren Menschen. Und wir reden es uns für eine kurze Weile nur ein, dass der oder der toll und wunderbar ist, damit wir einen Grund haben, uns in ihn zu verlieben. Sozusagen ein Alibi für die Liebe.

We are all we have

Turning my head so I can look into his eyes, I strum my fingers across his cheek. “You’re right. I think we’ve both had enough darkness. I want to live in light.

Two is always better than one.

Unable to keep myself from temptation any longer, I reached up and ran my hand through his hair, which as much as he tried, never looked anything other than curly. I further melted into him when he started stroking my arm. Up and down, repeatedly, in sweet sensual delight. I tried to steady my breathing by taking deep, measured breaths. I refused to let him know just how much his touch was effectual and tantalizing.

Was he just a psycho as she suspected? He was definitely eccentric, that's for sure. A handsome, gray-eyed psycho with messy auburn hair.

Was there a person in your life, who touched your heart, like nobody else, ever did, whose letters or gifts are still safe in your secret closet, whose memories still bring the deepest of smiles and whose name still leaves your lips trembling and heart racing? At some point in time you might have thought, “It’s not love”, and you let go , but a part of you keeps telling , ‘you shouldn’t have’, because deep down your heart, you feel the indelible presence of the one you still miss so badly. Well; what is it then… “If it’s not love!!

We all have a " someone " who we carry in our hearts sometimes for an entire lifetime. That one that just doesn't fully remove itself from your journey, reminded at coffee shops through scent and character of a stranger, or a song that you once shared. Years can go by without a thought and then one day you are reminded and it all comes crashing back. The one that could have been, the one that you never knew exactly how to say goodbye to. The one you wish to meet first in another life.

We are all meant to be a little broken, it's just about finding someone who will take the time to mend you. Someone who loves you enough to want to find the pieces that may have fallen from you and glue you back together. This is what love is, to restore someone when they have been broken and chipped, and all the while, feeling content whilst mending them...

We are on a stroll, hand in hand, in a garden, in the moonlight and the sole purpose of such a venture is to come together in love.

We are together. That means I don’t look at another woman the way I look at you. I don’t touch another woman the way I touch you. I don’t feel about any woman the way I feel about you. Got it? Don’t ever think I’d throw away what we have for a cheap, meaningless fuck. You either trust me, or you don’t. So what’s it going to be? -Ronin Black

We are what ballads are written of, what bards sing of. We are epic, you and I.

We both grew up at a time when homosexuality was not even spoken about. There were certainly no books that could help a young person understand that two people of the same sex could build a happy, productive and loving life together. When we entered our 50th year, another same sex couple told us we were ‘an inspiration’, so we began to feel we had the responsibility to make what we’ve experienced available to others. We also wanted to show people who were not gay that our life was not unlike theirs. We are all pretty much the same, so we deserve equal protection under the Constitution.

We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives love lives?

We could have been the greatest love story ever told. If only you'd stayed in character.

We cannot save everyone, can we?’ I said to her as we continued walking on our way. I turned my head back only to find the spot the beggar had occupied empty. ‘Not everyone,’ she said. She took my hand once more in hers, kissed the back of it, and finished one of the sincerest axioms I had heard in sometime. ‘We must save,’ she said, ‘only the ones we can while we can.’ Leila Bakr, in A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN, and speaking to her love, John Lockwood