For Love Quotes
The woman eyed Ubie a moment before grabbing a pen and writing down the dates I had. Ubie eyed her back. Sparks flew.
How this woman had managed to get under his skin and claw her way inside was a mystery. He couldn’t leave her there though. His entire being was screaming at him to get her out.
Oh my, " she said as though to herself. "The rumors are true, you have been kept in the dark.
You are quite the surprise, " he whispered softly, clasping her shoulders and eyeing her mouthwatering lips. "You have no idea what you're doing to me.
A bedroom is not necessary for me to demonstrate my womanliness!
See, I didn’t turn into a monster. You’re safe here with me, Daisy. I control that part because I don’t allow it like he does.
When had things gotten so tangled in her heart and mind? Everything had been clear at one point, hadn’t it? No, she supposed it never had been perfectly clear.
Miranda waited. No voice spoke. No heavenly choir broke out in song. God Himself did not call her name. She frowned. Typical.
Lying here with him, I realize love is so much more than silly words or actions. It is all encompassing and unfathomable until experienced. It is darkness intertwined with light, good with evil.
Just for tonight, let's pretend I'm not a priest and you're not crazy. We're just two normal human beings having a good time. Just a man and a woman at a rip-off carnival, living in the moment.
Everything I have ever wanted to be, every dream, every desire is reflected in your eyes.
I look at her face, so content, so happy. Even more beautiful all flushed with passion and think of how lucky a man I really am.
I plant a gentle parting kiss on his lips, our strategy is well and truly screwed at this stage anyway. We barely lasted a day.
He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll.
I cannot ever imagine a time or place in which I will not love you. I am willing to do whatever it takes.
Home is the place that expects the most of you, but still welcomes you at your worst. And she has always been my home, my Merminia.
Love doesn’t exist, you see. It’s just another shadowy figure that goes bump in the night.
Holy shit! Can we say unstable? Was I the only sane one around here? Well, I guess that really wasn’t setting the standard very high." -Ember, Darkness Of Light
The sea was my first home...Now that I had nowhere else to go, this was the last place I felt safe.
Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne)
For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.
Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder, she unbarred her heart. She invited him in.
I'm enjoying two beautiful visions tonight. Watching you stand there against a marvelous background has to be the most intriguing sunset I have ever experienced.
But in the end, black can never be white, one plus one must always equal two, and Mara Lynn was a normal little girl.
Even knowing, as I do now, that grace, power, and, yes, love can hide the darkest elements of the human heart, I would do it all again.
I thought you had forgotten me.”“I have spent my life remembering you.
You can never replace someone you love like that. Eventually the memories won’t be so hard on you. With time, the memories will make you smile and you will be grateful for having them.
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost
He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.
For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.
I can tell you this: there will be other girls, other disasters. And there will be nights to come, his life mostly behind him, when he will long to hurt like that again.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true death, " - John Carstairs
Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.
The first time he saw her she reminded him of a distant memory of falling from a height.
Touching him is familiar and unfamiliar. We have been here before. Also we have never been here before.
Now when the flowers are in full bloom, It is the ashes from the past that hidden loom.
You should just keep your mouth shout! It gets very tedious having you make a snarky comment about everything that someone says in this group.
That's truth, Harvey, not what's written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.