Love

Thomas closes the gap between us and kisses me. Hard. This is not wet and sloppy like his playful kisses. Or dry and desperate like Percy's. Or teasing like the king's.No. This kiss is eloquent and alive and speaks direcetly to my soul. My heart ruptures, and the spliters freeze and tumble all around us with the musical sound of broken glass.

When I started designing in school, I discovered that I had a knack for it. I fell completely in love with architecture, and I remain in love with it.

Gaze upon others with eyes of love.

To love is to accept a soul entirely, not wishing that the person was otherwise, nor hoping for change, nor clinging to some ideal past. To love is to cherish the individual standing before you presently―charms, quirks, and all. To love is to give someone a piece of your heart that you will never, ever reclaim.

Cheating and lying aren't struggles, they're reasons to break up.

At least with pets, and for all I know, people too, intelligence and quick-wittedness have nothing to do with a talent for being loved, or being kind, nothing at all, less than nothing.

The best way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once.

Be the cyclone of love to extinguish the fire of hatred.

If you're going to fall in love with anyone, fall in love with a writer. Allow yourself to become immortalised in words.

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

This is Lonesome Ridge, so we’d be the lonesome young,” I pointed out. “Sounds like a song.”“Sounds like a heartache,” he said, tightening his arms around me and resting his cheek on the top of my heard. “I don’t want to be lonesome. I want to be with you.

I accept you as you are, and I will always hold you close in my heart. I will walk beside you forever.

Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

Try me, amd you will start LOVING!

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Seasoned digital daters are like lions who have had their prey killed, butchered, and served to them on a tray in their artificial habitat for so long that they’ve forgotten how to hunt.

Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends.

Often we withhold our affections, waiting first for love to be extended to us. The irony is that we are loved for loving.

Every dream, every hope, every ambition would have been true.... If only.... If only you were mine!

Remember it is as easy to marry a rich woman as a poor woman.