Na Romance Quotes
How many paths had I avoided in life? How many times had I been content to stop at "close enough"--too afraid to push ahead? Too afraid to let go?Too afraid to give up . . . control.
It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was...perfect.
Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn’t true.
most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.
Ah, a romantic.” Danny leaned back, threading his fingers behind his head. “I used to be one, until my wife died. And then I was just pathetic.
Ties to people on the other side of the storm could be severed. Love could bud, then wither and die without a bloom when the storm ended and reality bled back in.
I've come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it's inevitable. Fight for it.
For a full two hours, he stood at that door, a cloud of uncertainty ruling his mind. Damian felt like his heart was about to burst. Could she love him? Was it really true?
Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.
He would only be here one more night.And then back on deployment, whispered the dark part of my soul. He might never come back. You might be the last woman he ever has.
His mother was as frosty as the polar icecaps. His sister was gone. Who did he have that cared about him? Who would remind him that he mattered?
Icy fingers walked down my spine, and I realized I was trembling. I wanted this to stop. Wanted Jas to stop before he made this whole situation a million times worse, but I couldn’t speak.
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churning bile and burnt hairfeels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying
'The grief didn't fade, but it changed into something I could carry around with me, a noose I wore around my neck. It wasn't until I saw you that the knot loosened.'
Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild and wired with no place to put those feelings.
I never want to leave you." I didn't respond- not because I couldn't find the words, but because there weren't any words in the entire world that could have sounded more perfect.
I don't like romance, I don't like sadness. The sadness motion is negative one... as much you are sad as more deeper you go and you want to return the thing which you can't.
It occurred to her that all the bad parts of life, the sad parts, the frightening ones, were meant to be offset by moments and memories like this. She had to be present in it, right here, right now.
She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
Why did I always end up loving the person who hurt me the most? Why was love so cruel?
Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.
Death is not good. It’s just a fact. We don't need to give it so much importance. So I don't want to read anything that talks about it.
Love in Life is never a battle of 'win' or 'loss' but a journey of unconditional acceptance.
the only constant home you can find is within the heart of your true love, its where you can feel safe even when the whole world start collapsing
I used to think timing was everything. I have since learned that now is the time for everything.
Erotic Romance is a complete women thing.. by the women for the women.. Men don't even have an idea where women's imaginations can reach..!
He’s more how Satan would look if he needed to seduce you into drowning a baby.
Souls from the same star find it impossible to resist dancing to the tune of inevitability.
our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.
If you need true friend 'a cup of tea can be' it gives you company, listen without complain and makes you fresh anytime, anywhere
Don't compete with your friends to win a date with few beautiful girls, but compete to win few beautiful goals.
The strange thing is, this truly horrifying experience planted a seed deep within my heart that germinated and grew into a desire that, I have to admit, I've never completely overcome.
The webs spun by our existence had gracefully overlapped and knotted until you could not have one without the other. We were infinitely intertwined.
Well, ” Lynx said once the man was dead. “That was…uneventful.”“You’re as fickle as an old woman, ” Zeus told Lynx. “One minute too much carnage, the next not enough.
How boys transitioned from bothersome pests to men who made her pulse skip a beat and her head swim in a flood of pleasurable sensations was beyond her. Perhaps this was the true definition of magic.
I'm going to write a book about an intelligent woman who does stupid things when it comes to men. I'll call it, "My Memoirs.
Let me be the type man who plants a field of flowers so you can be the type of woman who picks them.
