My desire, my sincere and heartfelt desire is to rip that surprisingly sheer garment from your body, toss you onto that bed, and indeed ravish you from head to toe. I wish to make love to you until you are too exhausted to do so much as stand without support. Until you call out my name in your dreams and reach for me in your sleep. Until you can think of no one and nothing beyond the touch of my hand, the caress of my lips.
To him, she was one of the few girls who was nice to him, the stodgy son of a poor alcoholic shoemaker with such little status that he seemed unlikely to even get one wife, let alone the three or more that designated a man of standing.
She’d never spoken to anyone before of this business of being seen, loved for who she was; to have it voiced by this man she’d just met sent chills down her spine.
It’s a great shame, she thinks, that the heart cannot feel joy without also feeling pain, that it cannot know love without also knowing loss.
Why did everyone like that story so much when it wasn’t true? Why was everyone so eager to believe it? Was it because, in real life, ever after’s generally stink?
I wait until her breathing is soft and even against me before I let myself drift off to sleep, like I’ve been doing every night for the past few weeks. Slowly, everything in my life is turning into putting her first, and I’m not going to fight it.
So on a scale of one to Adele, how bad was this breakup?
Black, white, Latino, gay, straight – if any one of them came across a bear in the woods, they’d all taste like chicken.
Everyone plays guitar alone, but we can play side by side.
What was that? Valentine’s Day? Her heart gave a little skip at the thought, she had never spent it in a romantic way before, usually the day meant sending and receiving cute Cupid cards and heart shaped sugar candies, but it was all in a platonic celebration of friendship. This time, it would not be like that, it would be... special.
I used to think timing was everything. I have since learned that now is the time for everything.
Fear can’t be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They’re like love. They’re almost identical emotions.
At least I’m the one leaving. It’s so much easier to leave than to be left.
Honor is a balancing act and only the heart can strike that balance.
Wake up! You’re a sacred soul and glory is yours for the taking.
The world is an ambitious business. It continuously expands and evolves. But people are lazy and God is far too lovely to do something about it.
I would prefer a sword to fight duel, but a pen to plan a war.
Marriage is supposed to be a union between two equals who love and support each other, not a master-slave relationship in which the man commands a docile woman.
And worse, far worse – he wasn’t just kissing me. He was making me like it! And he was somehow, by some nefarious chauvinistic manly trick managing to make me kiss him back!
His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.