In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.
You’re supposed to pinch yourself – not the one you’re dreaming about.
His smiling face revealed a love too strong to be kept inside, but the feelings obviously rising inside him kept him from looking directly at Kikunojou. He gazed instead at Kikunojou’s clear reflection on the water.
The thing I am most afraid of is love. When you say you love someone you are giving them license to hurt you.
And in the stillness before dawn, on the brink if a war that could tear us apart, our auras danced and twined in the darkness, coiling around each other until they finally merged, becoming one.
Then, as now, there were always girls who were overlooked and ignored by gentlemen who really should have known better.
I see a man,” she said softly. “A man with the roar of cannons still ringing in his ears. A man bloodied by life, but not beaten. A man with a scar that draws his mouth into a frown when he might actually long to smile.
You can’t really hear heartbreak. It is remarkably silent but excruciating all the same.
You put up this steel armor around yourself in the form of hostility and disinterest – whichever works to shield you best at the moment, but that’s not who you are.
And I do not know how I can feel this much pain and survive, and at the same time know how much I have to live.
Everyone wanted me to be the bad boy, the label wanted it, the publicists wanted it, but I was just trying to be myself.
I know that whatever you decide, you’ll be happy, Summer, and that is the only thing I could ever wish. Whatever happens in the rest of this summer, whatever happens the rest of your life, it’s important that you are happy, and stay that way. – Aunt Sookie.
Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.
Nobody speaks smut to my wife and gets away with it.
The first kiss is never just a kiss but a beautiful place you get to go only once.
She raised her head and saw a squadron of fighter planes. She stretched her hand high as if she could grab hold and climb away from what she had done, from who she was.
I was taking something away from her, although she didn’t know it. I was filching. Never mind that it was something she apparently didn’t want or had no use for, had rejected even; still, it was hers, and if I took it away, this mysterious “it” I couldn’t quite define.
I didn’t want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.
I’m not into werewolves, but holy crap is he a hottie. Totally gorgeous and built like a tank. I bet he’s got one down to his –.