#chap

Laurie, you're an angel! How shall I ever thank you?" "Fly at me again. I rather liked it," said Laurie, looking mischievous, a thing he had not done for a fortnight. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott

For now, I'll let you plead temporary amnesia," he said and lifted my chin to him. "But I'm never going to forget what it felt like when you were biting my lip instead of your own. ↗

— Magan Vernon

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-romance #the-only-exception #trey-chapman #contemporary-romance

But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love

What you of the CHOAM directorate seem unable to understand is that you seldom find real loyalties in commerce ... Men must want to do things of their own innermost drives. People, not commercial organisations or chains of command, are what make great civilizations work, every civilization depends upon the quality of the individuals it produces. If you overorganize humans, over-legalize them, suppress their urge to greatness — they cannot work and their civilization collapses. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#chapter-heading #intelligent #business

I don't take much stock of detectives in novels - chaps that do things and never let you see how they do them. That's just inspiration: not business. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#chaps #detective-novels #inspector-alec-mandonald #inspiration #business

I pushed passed him. He grabbed my hand and swung me back towards him. Then he pushed me against the wall and... he kissed me. He ran his thumb along my jawline and down my throat, hips pinning me to the wall. He kissed me slowly and with intensity, and once I got over the mind-numbing shock and comprehended what was actually happening, it was incredible. I had never been kissed like that before. We melted together. Every movement of mine was somehow perfectly mirrored by his. My heart was pounding so hard I knew he must be able to feel it and I was sure my legs were giving way, but he held me up, pushed me harder against the wall. I grabbed a handful of his hair, remembering all the times I'd dreamed of doing it. I let my hand drift down his back and pulled him even closer to me. It all happened so quickly. I heard him make a low kind of growl and lean into me. His hand slid down my leg behind my knee, drawing it to him. I moaned and felt him tense. ↗

— Jessica Shirvington

#jessica-shirvington #kissing #lincoln-wood #love #making-out

It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many. But if you happen to be a man, sometime in the future, and you've made it this far, please remember: you will never be subject to the temptation or feeling you must forgive, a man, as a women. It's difficult to resist, believe me. But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#forgiveness

... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive. ↗

— Albert Camus

#chapter #true-love #love

Linc?" "Yeah." "About the other thing my dad said to you," I cringed. "What else is he supposed to think?" he asked, a smile in his tone. "You're over here all the time. If not training, we're hanging out. I'm surprised he hasn't warned me off sooner. It's good to see he's paying attention. ↗

— Jessica Shirvington

#lincoln-wood #love #the-violet-eden-chapters #violet-eden #love

For if the will has nothing to employ it and love has no present object with which to busy itself, the soul finds itself without either support or occupation, its solitude and aridity cause it great distress and its thoughts involve it in the severest conflict. ↗

— Teresa of Ávila

#love #mysticism #will #business