#catherine

To her core, she suddenly knew she was not prepared to die at the hands of this worm. She had a betrothal ball to attend, wedding vows to declare, and a good man to love. ↗

— Catherine LaRoche

#catherine-laroche #master-of-love #love

In 1960, I went to St. Catherine's College, Oxford, and received the B.A. degree in Chemistry in 1964. ↗

— John E. Walker

#chemistry #college #degree #i #oxford

I want to be a blonde vampire. Catherine Deneuve was a blonde vampire, and she was my favourite vampire ever. ↗

— Radha Mitchell

#catherine #ever #favourite #i #she

I'm very close with Bob and his lovely, fabulous wife Catherine, too. ↗

— Sally Kellerman

#catherine #close #fabulous #his #i

Sighing, she headed back to work. She braced herself to lift the heavy lid of yet another trunk. The sight inside curled a small smile onto her lips, as it had with every trunk she’d pried open this morning. Books. More beautiful, precious books. ↗

— Catherine LaRoche

#catherine-laroche #master-of-love #beauty

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#constancy #heathcliff #love #love

You either trust me or you don't. I've never let you down, and I won't walk away unless you make me. Period. Now, unless you have a real emergency, I'd like to get back to my vacation. And my corpse, thanks. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat-crawfield #catherine-crawfield #funny #humor #jeaniene-frost

But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw) ↗

— Emily Brontë

#vanity #love

When he finally broke off the kiss and moved his lips to her neck, then her breast again, sucking her nipples back to hard peaks, Catherine broke from her trance. “No. I really must go. We haven’t time to do this again.” She pushed against his restraining hands and wiggled beneath his body. “Let me up now.” He pulled away from her neck and looked up, his eyes as poignant as a spoken plea. Her heart wrenched and she wished she could spend the rest of the day with him, making love in their secret nest in the loft. She sighed. “Don’t give me puppy dog eyes. I’ve got to go. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #catherine #jim #love

Why are you kissing me?” she squeaked out breathlessly. “God, how can I not?” He ran his hands up and down her arms. “I think you’re made for me to kiss. I need to kiss you. You need to be kissed,” he said firmly, as if he’d reached some decision that brooked no debate. This did not sound like the smooth-talking and self-possessed charmer of his reputation. ↗

— Catherine LaRoche

#catherine-laroche #dom #master-of-love #love