M.K. Alexander Quotes
I love you, Avery. Always. You completed my life. You made me whole, gave me hope, made me a better man. For me, you were everything right in my life." - Kane Dalton
I wanna hear you say my name when you come. Just so you know who made you feel like this." - Mitch Knox
Honestly, he blamed Jace and Colt for that little nagging feeling in his heart that insisted something was missing. Was he lonely? Hell, he didn’t know.
I know you're meant for me. I know you're the other half of my soul. We are meant to be together. - Avery Adams
You're my always. I love you so much. I'd do anything to see you this happy." - Avery Adams
...it must be odd to have no ambition, not to want something more.
PhD, MFA, self-taught—the only things you must have to become a writer are the stamina to continue and a wily, cagey heart in the face of extremity, failure, and success.
She breathes a soft sigh, and in the tried and true ways of time immemorial, she welcomes me home.
He pulls me into the steel of his chest. In between kissing me, he whispers, “You don’t have to be jealous of them, you know. None of them hold a candle to you.
I shiver at the command. Why do I love the way he orders me around when I won’t stand the same from another man?
An image pops into my head of Gabriel Storm in my bed, his golden skin sheened with sweat while I ride him to paradise. Oh. My. God. Where did that come from? I’ve sworn to stay away from men.
His rough-pad fingers travel down my throat, across my collarbone, down the swell of my chest, a simple caress which has me quaking inside. My flesh aches for him, burns for his touch.
His lips follow a trail from my mouth to my jaw, down to my throat. As he nuzzles, he suckles, nips my skin before circling back to my mouth to taste me, ravage me, own me.
THREE MONTHS HAVE GONE BY without the taste of Gabriel Storm in my mouth, the scent of his skin in my nostrils, the rush of his powerful body pounding into mine.
A zing travels up my arm from the contact. My nostrils flare, and I catch a whiff of her female scent. She may not wear perfume, but there’s a bewitching essence to her that ensnares my senses.
Pride? What are you talking about?” “You wear your independence like a badge of honor. Bound and determined to allow no man to take care of you.
Regretfully, but I have to admit that A. Einstein was right. -''Who?''. Oh, there was such a guy...
Frankly speaking, I'm not afraid of death. I don't endeavour to avert its advent. But I don't want to be a witness of it.
It is hard, she thought, it is hard for us to think of people who dislike us because none of us, in our heart, believes that we deserve the hatred of others.
A moment in heaven and a lifetime in hell, that’s the story of my life.
It was curious how some people had a highly developed sense of guilt, she thought, while others had none.
As often is the case with addictions, the fanciful notion of a gradual discontinuance only provided a comforting pretext for more sustained indulgence.
Am I then more of an American than those who drew their first breath on American Ground?
But there are times to talk to the dead, times when the dead want to talk.
love is the only fire that is hot enough to melt the iron obstinacy of a creatures will
Keep out of this, " Lucian said. "I'm not smiting anybody.""You're showing mercy." Catch-a-Tick nodded. "That's heroic, too. But not as good as smiting.
The tears of Christ are the pity of God. The gentleness of Jesus is the long-suffering of God. The tenderness of Jesus is the love of God. "He that hath seen Me hath seen the Father.
That was the trouble with people in general: they were surprisingly unrealistic in their expectations.
People aren't always who they seem, Detective. Am I anything like you thought?""No, " I admitted. You're a million times better than I could have imagined.
To the mind that could dream and shape our beaconed universe, what is injustice to us may be unfathomable tenderness, and our horror only loveliness misunderstood.
The squeak of oarlocks comes over the lake waterA woman's shriek assaults the earWhile above, in the sky, inured to everything, The moon looks on with a mindless leer("The Unknown Lady")
What Kate wore, whether on the street or the red carpet was much cooler to them than what she modelled. Her paparazzi photos were becoming indistinguishable from her editorials.
I want to be the purveyor of a certain silhouette or a way of cutting, so that when I am dead and gone people will know that the twenty-first century was started by Alexander McQueen.
When our objectives become purely military, we've already lost the larger fight.
Some see the glass as half full, others see it as half empty, and then there are those who see it as a glass of water.Open your eyes and your mind to see beyond the obvious." ~
That she lived a lie. That she wasn't the good girl everyone believed her to be, wanted her to be.
Our stomachs live in towns, " said Mma Potokwani, patting the front of her dress. 'That is where the work is. Our stomachs know that. But our hearts are usually somewhere else.
My luck's no greater than yours or any man's. You need only sharpen your eyes to see your luck when it comes, and sharpen your wits to use what falls into your hands.
She couldn’t help but wonder at the events of recent days, and at how—even in the face of such misfortune, there was so much good,