Wars fought over a face like this,” he murmured like he was talking to himself, my heart stopped beating and his thumbs moved lightly across my cheeks. “A man would work himself into the ground for it, go down to his knees to beg to keep it, endure torture to protect it, take a bullet for it,” his eyes came to mine, “poison his brother to possess a face like this.
You drop my name again, I’ll hunt you down and cut off everything that protrudes from your body. You get me?
Apparently Super Max was pretty content with taking care of half the town, such was his wonderfulness.
You deserve to be the love of someone’s life, not the one who followed that first act.
From midnight to 4: 00 AM is the loneliest time in the world. Because for those of us too sad to sleep, the only thing we have to look at is an empty bed, and the only thing we have to think of is every single person who didn’t want to fill it tonight.
This is everything I thought I didn’t want. Or didn’t need. But I’m here now and it’s everything I need and the only thing I want.
Have you thought about what will happen when you start living the life that’s right for you, instead of the one you promised to live for someone else?
She grinned. Lifted herself up on her elbow so she could look down at him, and said, “Now that you’ve recovered, ready to go again?
Without coffee, how would romance wake up in the morning?
What is it about you that makes me want to love you?
I believe in you, Sonya. You’re a girl who can do impossible things. No one like you has walked this world. I regret not realizing that sooner.
Once bitten, totally smitten.
For the record, I would have made a very lousy romance heroine.
Maybe it was time to cut the strings of everyone’s expectations and free-fall for once in her life.
Now, listen. I would. Rather. Hug you. Than be with. Anyone else. Just. Hug you. Do you. Want to. Hug me. Back.
My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.
Please, touch me, I pray.
I was flipping channels, watching this cheerleading program on MTV. They took a field hockey girl and “transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?
Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime – if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more – was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.
Male leads in love stories need to be devoted, need to chase trains, cross continents, give up fortunes and thrones, defy convention, face prosecution, take apart rooms and break the backs of angels, sketch the beloved all over the cement walls of their studios, build sculptures as homages. They don’t flirt shamelessly with the likes of me when they have Transylvanian girlfriends. What an effing jerk.