I fell in love with the expression in his eyes when he looked at me.
Autumn is hereand I am in love.My heart has taken residence in my mind.I pick the crisp ochre leaves and put them in my pocket.I am in love.
Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.
I hate you! I screamed at Fang. Tucking my wings in, I aimed downward,diving toward the ground at more than two hundred miles an hour.No you dooonnn’t! Fang’s voice spiraled away into nothingness, far...
Reading is only a pretext for our bodies to stick together, like a sculpture, fused in a way that when trying to separate one from other, or the work remains intact or is completely lost
To live with you is to live.To live without you is to die.
It is just as crazy to be crazy about Christ as it is to be crazy about anything else.