“Falling in love is not a spur of the moment thing. There wasn t love at first sight as I always believed there to be. It crept and overpowered me. Once I was in its power, it was the most amazing feeling in the world.”
“I ll always be here waiting for you, he said, touching my chest with his fingertips, drawing a shape of a heart.”
“You are my ground and you are my rainbow. You are my butterfly and you are my ecstasy. You are the start of my journeys and always my destination. You are my home - the place to which I always return.”
“You know when you mix butt and Angel in the same sentence, it becomes an insult,” I say and take a big gulp from the can. With his back to me, he says, “Trust me, I would never dream of insulting your butt. I’m sure it’s better than anything I’m cooking out here.”
“You’re mad,” he said in a low voice, “if you think I would leave you now. I’ll see you safe and well no matter what it takes.”
“I m giving you everything I have, Triss. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. No matter what storms lay ahead of us, I know that as one we can make it. I m not perfect by anyone s standards but you make me want to strive to be the best person I can be. - Logan”
“Karena sesungguhnya cinta tidak pernah meminta untuk menanti. Ia mengambil kesempatan atau mempersilakan ... Ia adalah keberanian atau pengorbanan. Ya Allah, jadikan cinta ini cinta yang Engkau ridhai,jika dia memang bukan milik kita ... Melalui waktu, hapuslah ‘cinta dalam diam’ ini dengan memberi rasa yang lebih indah dan orang yang tepat biarkan ‘cinta dalam diam’ ini menjadi memori tersendiri dan sudut hati ini menjadi rahasia antara kita dengan Sang Pemilik hati.”
“On the flat expanse of pancake ice, War stood by the Pale Rider’s side. Though their forms did not touch, their shadows intertwined, black on black, in a smoky caress. “Knew you’d come,” Death said cheerfully. She smiled, and that slow motion of her lips hinted at many things. “The White Rider divided, and the world on the brink of destruction. How could I stay away?” “I could set my watch by you.” “You don’t have a watch.” Her smile broadened into a grin. “An hourglass, maybe . . .” “Please, not another joke about a scythe . . .” She mimed zipping her mouth shut. A pause, as they listened to the sounds of the boy healing and the man summoning doom. “I like him,” War said. Even though she hadn’t specified whether she meant the boy or the man, Death smiled and nodded. “Me too.” “You like everyone.” “Well, yes.” The two shared a quiet laugh, their voices mingling in perfect harmony. A longer pause, and then War asked, “What of Famine?” “What of her? She’s not mine. Not yet, anyway. She will be soon enough.” The Red Rider slid him a look. “That’s cold, even for you.” “Eh, just practical.” A shrug. “Everyone comes to me eventually. It’s the journey that makes it interesting.” “Such a people person!” He flashed her a grin. “My best quality.” “Oh,” said War, sliding her gloved hand into his pale one, “I can think of others that are better.”
“Mira Levenson. Aged twelve. Looks, long dark shiny hair, dark brown eyes (almost black), brown skin. Beautiful. Favorite colour, copper orange, I think. Personality, clever, bright, serious, shy, funny without realizing it, holds back her thoughts, mystery girl, arty. What I ve noticed: she s stronger than she thinks she is; she doesn t speak much ay school. What I know: she s got a loud laugh (when she lets it out). Her best friend is Millie Lockhart. She doesn t need Millie as much as she thinks she does. Her grandmother is dying and she loves her. She started talking in Pat Print s class. I know she doesn t know how much I think of her, how much I miss her if she s not around. What I think she thinks about me is that I m a bit of a joker, but I m deadly serious. Deer...apple...green...sea... See you on Friday! Love Jidé”
“He lowered his head, his mouth on her neck. “You’re all I think about. I can’t breathe without you in my head, my body, everywhere. Even when I close my eyes, you’re there...” Sera arched her neck and moaned, feeling as if every inch of her skin was begging to be touched by those lips. Unable to stand it any longer, she found his mouth and pushed herself against him, wanting to devour him and, in turn, be devoured by him. She was falling, falling, falling...”
“After a few seconds of scraping, I realize what he has isn’t a trail, it’s a whole forest! Ack! Weren’t all men supposed to shave their chest and stuff nowadays? Whatever happened to having fuzz-free Hollywood heroes as role models? At least my embarrassment is completely foregone by the irritation at his lack of upkeep. The only thing distracting me now is that heady mix of musk, shaving cream and a distinctly…male scent. And God knows that is one seriously jeopardizing distraction. Especially with a whizzing needle in one’s hand.”
“Falling in love happens many times in our lives. I’m looking on the bright side— I might be one heartbreak away from happily ever after!— Penelope Jones”
“If you want the world to be loving and peaceful , I ll give you my heart and soul. For the heart is a symbol of truth and caring”
“Twas hard to dislike a man she so enjoyed in bed. Twas harder still to dislike one who kept showing her a more gentle side to his nature”