All Quotes By Tag: Love-story

“Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.”

“Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)”

“This isn’t your world. It’s your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.”

“Special Logan Kiss…Yeah, but you didn’t know that I’d recited how i felt for you right then, in that moment, in my mins. The words flowed silently, so easily. There’s no mistaking them. When I gave you those kisses, I was telling myself and you….He peck my nose “I…”He kisses my forehead “..LOVE..”My heart swells asHe presses his lips to my chin, then he whispers ” YOU…”

“You try spending six months sitting at somebody’s bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn’t one of God’s good gifts.”

“I have a question for you. “If your shadow is the second most beautiful thing in the world, which is the first?”.”

“Real is not Dreams, Dreams are not Real,Unless you find the fine line…and erase it”

“I was such a messed up person and he was still holding on.”

“He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was life, she was his. He took her lips and tasted his freedom once more. The subtle tenderness. The hope hidden in joined breath. He took it into himself. Soaking in the peace that came with it.And even as the rustling began he felt still, he felt calm. Scratching and scrapping within the stones, and the rustle of wings. But all Eli knew was the nature of love.”

“He’s an indulgent sort of man……With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.”

“For [erotically intelligent couples], love is a vessel that contains both security and adventure, and commitment offers one of the great luxuries of life: time. Marriage is not the end of romance, it is the beginning. They know that they have years in which to deepen their connection, to experiment, to regress, and even to fail. They see their relationship as something alive and ongoing, not a fait accompli. It’s a story that they are writing together, one with many chapters, and neither partner knows how it will end. There’s always a place they haven’t gone yet, always something about the other still to be discovered.”

“While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.”

“I think of you only twice a day – when I am alone and when I am with someone else.”

“Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.”

“Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn’t even know it.”