But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called him "Yero, my hero," and that melted his heart.

Love was supposed to be a kind of blissful insanity.

Passion is sweeter split strand by strand.

Voice rough with lust, he said, I have one treasure. He slowed, pinning my gaze with his starry one. And she owns my soul

Her wrath became a song in her blood as she ended them.

I'm just happy you're home safely.

That hurts my pride, Watson. It is a petty feeling, no doubt, but it hurts my pride. It becomes a personal matter with me now...

I love you now as I write this, and I love you now as you read this

I will not calm down!

In the middle of the night, when Laila woke up thirsty, she found their hands still clamped together, in the white-knuckle, anxious way of children clutching balloon strings.

He spoke her name as though he held cinnamon in his mouth.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

I will not say do not cry, for not all tears are bitter.

Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow…

The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

Then she said good night and headed to her room.

Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it.

Desi has loved me ever since the lie, I know he pictures making love to me, how gentle and reassuring he would be as he plunged into me, stroking my hair. I know he pictures me crying softly as I give...

Ari! Jeb had finally seen his son. He rushed to Ari's side and knelt next to him. Looking stunned, he gathered Ari's hulking form and held him to his chest. I'm so sorry. I saw his mouth shape the...

This place was truly the highest and the lowest of all worlds - the most beautiful senses, the most exquisite emotions.. the most malevolent desires, the darkest deeds. Perhaps it was meant to be so....

No less a bold and pugnacious figure than Winston Churchill broke down and was unable to finish his remarks at the sendoff of the British Expeditionary Force into the maelstrom of World War I in...

Tunney has all the makings of a hero – he was clean living, intelligent, polite, reasonably good-looking – but, like Lou Gehrig, he lacked the chemistry that stirred affection.

In the next place, wonderful as it seems in a sexual world, the Martians were absolutely without sex, and therefore without any of the tumultuous emotions that arise...

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and...