Perhaps after all she put me in her rectum. A matter of complete indifference to me, I needn't tell you. But is it true love, in the rectum? That's what bothers me sometimes. Have I never known true...

Seen no matter how and said as seen. Dread of black. Of white. Of void. Let her vanish. And the rest. For good.

What matters is giving over to what you love.

There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.

If you already have a person's love no sacrifice can be too much to give for it; but any sacrifice is too great to buy it for you.

You don't understand," Mairelon said dully. "Kim doesn't want to marry a toff."Was that what was bothering him? "Well, of all the bacon-brained, sapskulled, squirish, buffle-headed nod cocks!" Kim...

A flock of butterflies riots in my stomach and steals my breath.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him until my lips touched his.

I had no right to want you - but I reached out and took you anyway. And now look what's become of you! Trying to seduce a vampire.{Edward Cullen, Eclipse}~Stephenie Meyer

I believe that. But I want you to know something - when it comes to all this enemies nonsense, I'm out. I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes...

There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

Whatever end found us, it would not find us separated. -- Bella Cullen

You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

I'm gonna fight for you, until your heart stops beating.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep...

It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.

The apartment below mine had the only balcony of the house. I saw a girl standing on it, completely submerged in the pool of autumn twilight. She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing...

Whereas during those months of separation time had never gone quickly enough for their liking and they were wanting to speed its flight, now that they were in sight of the town they would have liked...

Nothing in life is worth

She came very close, and looking into my eyes, she said, "My Jenny," and then she bent her head and kissed me-here, on the left-hand corner of my mouth. And nobody knows better than I that I couldn't...

You must remind me, little one. When I... when I lose myself - when I lose her - you must remind me that I am still searching, still waiting... that I have never forgotten her, never turned from all...

If he had even blinked, she would have been gone; but he did not blink, and he held her, as he had learned to hold griffins and chimeras motionless with his steady gaze. Her bare feet wounded him...

I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn't a sword. It's a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough to read love letters by and keep the animals at a growling...

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.

But what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me - me, Jenny Gluckstein - like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is...

I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time, and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.... I...

I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.

What's so funny? {Astrid}I'm just thinking, here I am a slave who touched a star who then made him a demigod. I have to be the luckiest bastard who ever lived. {Zarek}

It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still...