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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.

I can't think of anything I'd rather have more than somebody lovin' me.

I closed my eyes under the fluroescent lights and tried to make another birthday wish, a onetime do-over, a rebate, a trade-in on the kitchen sink kiss that started everything, offered up for just one last miracle.

I close my eyes and think about the only thing that makes life worth the trials: Emma Kingsley, her sweet smile, and the laugh that make me believe in a future.

I could love you bigger than the stars, higher than the sun.

I couldn't stay away from her.

…I craved to stroke that delicate skin and run my fingers through her tresses as she moaned with hunger. I would grip a thick section of her hair in my hands, wrap it around my fingers, and take her from behind. And she would scream my name.

I'd found him, and he was mine - cute little bugger that he was, messed up glasses, funky shoes and all.

I didn’t understand what was supposed to happen from our swinging, but the need to make her happy bloomed in my chest.

I do my thing and you do your thing. You are you and I am I. And if in the end we end up together, it’s beautiful.

I don't care about anything. But I care about you.

I don't have any need to breathe. You are my breath.

I don’t have any fancy story, about the way we fell in love. It was that one awkward move, and the next I remember, I was looking at you.

I don't know about you, but I just can't rule out finding the love of my life simply because he's twenty four years older than me. I'm only sorry you had to wait so long for me to reach the right age to come looking for you.

I don't need their understanding, but my daughter will--and I hope the minds of her peers are wide open with vibrant hues of passion. i hope they paint the world with color.

I don't say this to hurt you, love." The endearment slipped out without me even thinking about it. (...) "Say it again," he said. "Call me your love.

I don’t understand you, Pigeon. I thought I knew women, but you’re so fucking confusing I don’t know which way is up.” “I don’t understand you, either. You’re supposed to be Eastern’s ladies’ man. I’m not getting the full freshmen experience they promised in the brochure,” I teased.

I don't want to merely exist, Parker. I want to live. I want to leave the world with that one sweet moment.

I don’t want to see Bev get hurt. Not after all those years of shoveling Roger’s shit, and um…this is awkward. I’m just wondering—” “I’m keeping her,” Tom finally said with exasperation. John choked on his beer. “You’re keeping her?” “That’s what I said.” “Does she know you’re keeping her?” “Nope. Not yet. Keep it under your hat.” “No problem. Good luck.” “I don’t need any goddamned luck. I got daisies.

“Do you have any money?” he asked. “What?” He rubbed his fingers together. “Dinero? Cash? Do you have any on you?” Unsure where this was headed, I shook my head. He reached over the counter and grabbed a knife. He cut the burger in half and slid the plate between us. “Here. Don’t bogart the fries.” “Are you serious?” Noah took another bite of his half. “Yeah. Don’t want my tutor to starve to death.” I smacked my lips like a cartoon character and bit into the succulent burger. When the juicy meat touched my tongue, I closed my eyes and moaned. “I thought girls only looked like that when they orgasmed.” The burger caught in my throat and I choked. Noah stifled a laugh while sliding my water toward me. If only drinking it would erase the annoying blush on my cheeks.

I feel like I’ve been waiting,” I said to Billy, looking at Hank. “Waiting for a long time, but I guess I know what you mean. My life began when I met him.

I figured I got the prettiest, sweetest, smartest wife ever to be," he said softly.

I feel like my maybe someday just became my right now.

If I'd spoken, even just one word, I would have never been able to hold back what I feel for you. You would have run.

If life is a cup of tea, gratitude is the honey that makes it sweet.

If you'll only let me hold you, I won't let you go.

If my heart grows any fonder, it's going to hop out of my chest and into yours.

If someone loves sweet things and constantly eats angel´s hair tartlets should this be diagnosed as having some sort of heavenly trichotillomania?

If you don't know to be sweet, your smile costs nothing

If you haven't guessed it already," I said, something fervent and resonating slipping into my tone, "I need you, too." "Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my sholders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.

If your soul is sweet like honey, people will be drawn to you like bees.

If you think everybody hates you, then your ignorance is beyond the limit, because there's a loving heart somewhere longing to see your face.

I got caught watching the one person I was supposed to not care about

If you seek someone to love, you wait until that special someone comes along to stay with you,be there for you ,and most importantly to love you as you. Cause if you try to hard you will waste a life that could have been extravagant, and happy.Don't act all the time, wait and you will see a clear path ahead for quite some while.

I guess what scares me the most now is the thought that I won't be able to protect you

I have my moments,” he mused. “They’re few and far between,” I countered, grinning

I had this dream about you. We went hunting up in the mountains and I caught a unicorn. You told me now I know how it feels to be you.

I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you.

I have a dream.” “Is your dream very big?” “No.” “Well is it very grand?” “Not either.” “Neither?” “Neither.” “What is it then?” “It is very shiny.

I have woken up…quite sloshed from night-mingled rains a little drugged, by mountain fogs I have been kidnapped for years....by a mere kiss.

I hugged Wes and inhaled the scent of his neck- a reassuringly familiar combination of coffee and leather and something sweet I always had trouble putting my finger on. What was it? Butter from his morning toast? A package of chocolates left over some hotel stay? Maybe a hint of the honey he liked to drizzle on apples. I smiled, allowing myself a moment to believe in the possibility of a shared life full of sweet things.

I know you don't remember her much, Narcisse, but your mother was very strong. Stronger than anyone I've known; strong and sweet as peach liqueur.

“It’s our three month anniversary.” Her eyes widened in panic. “Today? I thought … I was counting three months from—” “Doesn’t matter.” I paused. “Or I guess it does or we’ll keep getting confused. Can we use today—three months back, I mean?” She smiled. “We can … if you don’t mind getting your gift late.” “I don’t care if I get one at all. Just as long as I keep getting anniversaries.” She blushed and lifted on her tiptoes to kiss me. “You will. For as long as you want them.” Which was pretty much the best present she could give me

I just want to see you come apart." I wanted to tell her that she was witnessing it now, and in all honesty she'd been watching it happen for weeks.

I think Mr. Thierry wants to speak to Derek alone.” “Why? I was the one trying to start a fight.” “Now, Simon . . .” Thierry said. “I was. Derek refused, so I said, ‘Bring it on.’ ” The secretary blocked Simon as I followed Thierry into the office. As the door closed, I heard her whisper, “I think it’s very sweet, sticking up for your brother like that.” “I’m not trying to be sweet," Simon said, raising his voice so Thierry could hear. “I’m trying to be fair. But apparently no one’s interested in that.

I know the consequences of what I’ve done. Kill me if You must. There was a long silence, and I could sense Her softening, that strange affection She shared with me above the others. Do you think I rejoice in death? I raised my head. What? There is no joy for Me in punishing you or in taking lives. I do what I must to survive. And not only would I not delight in your death, I would mourn it. You must know by now how dear you are to Me. I swallowed. Why me? Why do I have Your favor more so than the others? She was so tender with me, lifting me up from the sand as if She were cradling a baby. Considering her timelessness and my temporariness, I practically was a newborn in Her eyes. Throughout My many, many years and all the sirens I’ve carried in My hands, none of them has considered Me as you do. There’s been a detachment, a deliberate isolation between them and Me. But you? You come to Me with a sweetness, an attempt to understand. You come to Me even when you are not called. I feel for you what a mother feels for her daughter. To end your life would be to end Mine. I cried again. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt You.

I just meant that a guy who's guarded his heart for so long might not be in the best position to judge." "Ouch." "Sorry." She reached across the cab of the truck and caressed his arm. "I promise to take the sting out of that owie remark as soon as I get you naked." A grin shot to his face. "Now you're talkin' my kind of language.

I just wanna drink chocolate milk with my lovely!

I know you've been through an ordeal, but you don’t want to start drowning yourself in liquor. You’ll find that it’s easy to do, but by the time you realize it could start to be a problem, you’re already over that cliff.