338 quotes found
“Any man's a fool who lets himself be a wage-earning slave, today.”
“If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms”
“I had fallen too far. I was in love with Rush Finlay.”
“I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.”
“Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.”
“You naked in my bed is even more unbelievably beautiful than I thought it would be... and trust me I've thought about it. A lot.”
“The engine roared to life. He ran toward her. She shot our of her parking space. He rushed to the side of her car. "Stop it, Kristy! You're overreacting! Let's talk about this." That was when she d...”
“A laugh jumps out of my mouth, surprising me. I cant even remember the last time I laughed and it puts me on edge. I suddenly want to do the same thing to her. Let her see how it feels to teeter on...”
“I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they made me want to weep. And I have s...”
“There wasn't a shed of doubt in her mind that he'd fulfill her every sexual fantasy and them some.But was a brief, hot affair worth losing his friendship?”
“The house was the color of baby vomit.”
“Have you ever been so blindsided by a kiss you had to hold on for dear life to avoid toppling over like a sapling in a fierce storm? Yeah, me either. This was a first. It was no ordinary kiss. This...”
“Not only were my nerves shot, but my body was a traitor. I didnt want to melt against him. I didnt want to enjoy the feeling of his lips sliding across my skin. I didnt want to like the possessive ...”
“Maybe she knew some day it would become my job. My job to complete the melody she had begun.”
“How do you mourn something that never really belonged to you?”
“They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers.”
“I am ready for battle. I am ready to fight.”
“A fleeting second on someone's news feed,No dearth of meanings for those who read,Not my stories but 'tis what I think,I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.”
“Something refused to come into focus in my thinking. Indistinctly, as though in a fog, shapes moved toward me and retreated just beyond cognition. But that getting a hold of things is the uncertain...”
“Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom.”
