With Love Quotes
It’s easier to spew hatred, but actually watching yourself doing it is a whole different story.
Time can be cruel if you don’t use it wisely ~ Imani Wisdom, Zion's Road: A Love Story about Faith and Redemption.
The relief of opening one's hand and letting go was immense. But soon after, I tightened again. A desire for revenge, a strange revenge.
Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren’s song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.
I’d single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.
Every human is born of collusion. We come into this world the result of a covenant. Sometimes made of love, Sometimes of circumstance. But almost always made in secret.
Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death do you apart.
Revenge might be sweet and although friendship might be sweeter, once you find true love you will tast the sweetest thing life has to offer
Revenge might be sweet and although friendship might be sweeter, once you find true love you will taste the sweetest thing life has to offer
What was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured pride? Her red sister didn't know much about love.
Simply put, the best revenge is to live an awesome life.
She was the kind of woman a person could die over or kill over.
She could forgive him for missing their dinner date, but she would never forgive him for dying.
Some times we choose our fate, ” she said. “Other times it’s chosen for us.” The cleft between his dark brows deepened and his jaw clenched then released. “And sometimes its what we make it.
I don't suppose you have a rocket powered helicopter hidden in your bra?
What she wanted was right there, between them, pressed against her stomach—so big and accessible and user-friendly—neatly covered and ready to go.
Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don’t know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but you’re staying right here.
I’m glad I went to prison, " Grant rasped in Sophie’s ear, so quietly only she could hear. "Because then I found you.
I know now: what is is all that matters. Not the thing you know is meant to be, not what could be, not what should be, not what ought to be, not what once was.Only the is.
The temptationTo take the precious things we have apartTo see how they workMust be resisted for they never fit together
Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.
Tis better to have love and lustThan to let our apparatus rust.
Hate is never a far cry from love… Sometimes I stumble the lines drunken.. Hollering your name..
My preferences range from the gutter-like to the idyllically sublime, ideally with you roaming the range beside me...
True love is giving, not getting. Someone has said, "Love can always wait to give, but lust can never wait to get.
There are fires, vast and endless, that burn in me for you. And I will carry them until you are ready to walk through the Flames of me.
My brain fizzles. The 'this is your brain on drugs' warning, should also issue a 'this is your brain when Jackson Reid looks at you like that, ' warning.
Lust. It’s not soft like the touch of a raindrop. It’s not easy like floating aimlessly on the water. It’s weighted, and heavy, a spark that catches on the forest of your body. A wildfire.
And then he kissed me, and when the haze of lust cleared and my knees found their strength, and all I could think was Oh Shit
We had been separated by time and distance and events so long, it was as if we had to get to know each other again, but if it was possible to fall in love with the same person twice, I did.
On one side of his brain, logic was standing on a chair, waving its arms to get his attention. On the other side, lust and yearning rubbed their hands together in unholy anticipation.
I believe in the lust of the flesh and the incurable desolation of the soul.
I’m starving to learn more about her. A new hunger that I know only she could satisfy.
She did not care where he was or how she was going to find him, all she knew is the reward would be worth it...however, alive, kicking and raring to go would be preferable
