“Am I your dom, little rabbit?”“Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”“Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.”~Nolan and Beth~”

“When I was twelve, my sixth-grade English class went on a field trip to see Franco Zeffirelli’s film adaptation of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. From that moment forward I dreamed that someday I’d meet my own Juliet. I’d marry her and I would love her with the same passion and intensity as Romeo. The factthat their marriage lasted fewer than three days before they both were deaddidn’t seem to affect my fantasy. Even if they had lived, I don’t think theirrelationship could have survived. Let’s face it, being that emotionally aflame, sexually charged, and transcendentally eloquent every single second can really start to grate on a person’s nerves. However, if I could find someone to love just a fraction of the way that Montague loved his Capulet, then marrying her would be worth it.”

“lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.”

“It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.”

“We’re adults. I might be a little more of an adult if you’re counting years but I bet I have a lower IQ, so that puts us pretty much even.”

“Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. “Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?””Just the usual.” She answers. “Shattered dreams.”

“He’d stared into her eyes, dark with confusion and unwilling passion, and for one stark, horrible instant, he’d wished to be that different man. He’d wished to be worthy of her.”

“Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.”

“Even before we met and long after we’re both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I’m forever and ever in love with you.”

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

“أجمل ما في الحب بداياته التي تسبق الاعتراف به بشكلٍ صريحٍ.. وأسوأ ما فيه أن تكون له نهاية حتَّى وإن كانت سعيدة.. فالسّعادة يضيعها الملل والاعتياد، وإن حافظ عليها المحبون تبقى كسلعةٍ مُجمدةٍ، فقدت حيويتها وفائدتها، فليت كل العشاق يحبون من البداية إلى البداية!!”

“Un soir qu’ils étaient couchés l’un près de l’autre, comme elle lui demandait d’inventer un poème qui commencerait par je connais un beau pays, il s’exécuta sur-le-champ. Je connais un beau pays Il est de l’or et d’églantine Tout le monde s’y sourit Ah quelle aventure fine Les tigres y sont poltrons Les agneaux ont fière mine À tous les vieux vagabonds Ariane donne des tartines. Alors, elle lui baisa le la main, et il eut honte de cette admiration.”

“Nothing is forever. Except atoms.”