Love Story Quotes
Twinkle twinkle..... I am that star you wished upon tonight.....loves rays.... ultra violet embers ignite
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life.That word is love."(Sophocles)by Adam Harford, Duke of Harford, from the last page of "Sophie's Salvation
Breathe, Amelia."I do... I breathe, but you take my breath away.
Saying I love you isn't hard, but meaning it is.” he kisses me softly, moaning against my lips. “Loving you is the easiest thing to do on this earth, Trinity Parker.
I love you, she said. Khalid lifted his head to hers. She placed a hand against his cheek. Beyond words.
As soon as my lips touched hers, something happened... My chest tightened so much that it hurt, and I almost couldn’t breathe. - Mako Delmar
Ok! So that's the spice. Typical gossips for or against a qualified newcomer!
He was about to kiss me. I was sure of it. I had never been kissed before and had no idea what to do! - Delphine Delmar
Every night she breaks your heart, and yet every morning you love her more. If that’s not enough, nothing will be!
I am the spirit of the river that caught you when you were falling as leaf, you don't remember me, but I do.
My first kiss. One tiny, sweet, cosmic kiss. Like falling from a star, onto a cloud, and into a love song.
This is why I choose not to have real-life girlfriends. I can’t even pretend without starting a fight.
A bedroom is not necessary for me to demonstrate my womanliness!
No one can force you to become a monster – you hurt someone and you create your own demons.
I've been dead over seventy years and still when I hear a woman scream, I find myself standing, listening, wanting to help and unable to do anything except watch.
They teach you, as children, that you might go to heaven. They never teach you that heaven might come to you.
Being rejected by someone you knew you never stood a chance with is like pouring salt on a wound that already has salt in it. It preserves the hurt.
Everyone needs beauty. Even beautiful people"From "Central Park Song
What are you staring at?""Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?
A man should be more original than a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. Flowers die and sugar sticks to your hips like a permanent record to a criminal.
Xavier had thought he was in paradise before. He’d been wrong. Sophia was more than paradise. She was the very reason he breathed.
My lord, I’d rather be alone.” His smile vanished. Not a single muscle in his body bulged, but the color of his eyes turned to dark ashes.“And I’d rather not.
I should walk away. That would be the right thing to do. It would be the smart thing. But I can't, because I'm Taylor Caldwell, the girl who cuts.
We must be able to look under the surface rather than over-analyze it and delude ourselves into thinking we’re seeing beneath it.
Once upon a time Karen saw somebody nobody else could see. She thought to ask an old man: who were you? Once upon a time I thought to dream of medicine. Now I dream of medicine by the sea.
As in most fairy tales, there's a prince and a princess, dragons and some magic, and the feeling it gives you that anything is possible if we could stay this way forever.
Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne)
His smile is beautiful. It's the kind of smile that can take away all nervousness and tension in a room, no matter how big. I have no choice but to smile back.
It’s a very private moment when your heart breaks. I was thankful we were alone. I knew I couldn’t keep her, but I would always do anything to protect her.
Truth has a resonance to it that fills the cracks where falsehoods lie.
It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.
His lips brush my ear as his voice causes my body to come to attention. “If the night never ends, then there’s never a new day … and with a new day comes renewed hope, light.
You can't change destinies already written, that only happens in fairy tales.
Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
My definition of an intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger" - Billy Connolly
I had the most beautiful dream, and then I fell asleep in your arms and my dream turned lovelier still.
As comestibles nourish our bodies and ideas nourish our minds, so art nourishes our souls.
Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –