Born to be wild; born to be free; nobody owns you; you are a romantic tree.
No need, no, need. Life is already too short to find it.
He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.
The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.
Sensuality often hastens the “Growth of Love” so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.
She, as no other ever could, reached every corner of his heart. His joy, and his salvation.
And I wake up happy, baby, because I possess beauty and I own that beauty in all the forms it can take and the least important of those are physical.
A woman could be as beautiful as she felt herself to be.
Living is hard – dying is easy. You close your eyes and never open them again. What’s so difficult about that? Nothing really – except it hurts like hell to those you leave behind.
If you die, angel, it means I’m already dead.
And when a Maddox boy falls in love, he loves forever.
His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit.
I want to introduce myself to every freckle on your body.
It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough.
I don’t understand how I could have believed you were a warm, affectionate, and tenderhearted person! You’re obviously as prickly as a porcupine and any man who comes close to you will end up with a face full of quills!
Welcome to Paris, Anna. I’m glad you’ve come.
The moment you stop chasing happiness, you become happy.
I have you with me, and I’m terrified you’ll disappear.
It called to him, a sweet heady beacon of femininity, fertility, and fuckability. His three favorite f-words.
A handsome prince, such as yourself, deserves someone who is no less than one hundred percent dedicated to him.