I'm water... If you're oil, we'll clash. If you're a flower, I'll nourish you. If you're a light, I'll reflect you. If you can't swim, you'll drown in me. If you're up for adventure, I'm endless enter...
You are all the season for my heart.
The person you are sleeping with signifies the value upon which you have for yourself. You are attracted to who echoes your deepest thoughts of yourself
The more you know a person, the less you interfere in his affairs.
Remember. It's called a soulmate. Not an egomate. Not a walletmate. Not a lustmate.
It must be an awful feeling to have love all around you and not feel loved, to be in need and unable to accept whats being offered, to see a world of possibilities but trapped inside your own mind.
He'd wanted her. Out of all the women in the world, he'd wanted her. Wanted, hell, she thought grinning now. Pursued, demanded. Taken. And while she could admit all of that was exciting, he'd gone one...
There remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.
A man has never told me he likes me. Like is more interesting than love.
And you can't have two stars in one relationship. Somebody has to be willing to be the wagon...at lease some of the time
And you? Now that I have discovered you? Beautiful, dangerous, unleashed. Still I try to hold you, knowing that your body is faced with knives.
Because, Jack, you volunteered to be taken down into eternal torment in place of her. This is the absolute (unless I'm mistaken) that any female requires from her man.
Built around 1780... a two-hour train ride from Paris... the neighbor keeps his horses in my backyard... pies made with apples from my own trees...I caught the highlights of Hugh's broadcast and under...
Caring about someone isn't complicated. It isn't easy. But it isn't complicated, either. Kinda like lifting the engine block out of a car.
Disagreement is not necessarily a reason to head for Splitsville. In fact, a relationship without disagreement is probably too brittle to last. Some of the best human bonds are forged in the fire of d...
He was a story at least, even if he never became anything else.
I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.
I read once that sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks ahead.
I wasn't even sure I wanted a man in my life again; by that time I'd exhausted the notion that the answer to a man is another man, and I was out of breath.
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