#dr

The proper behaviour all through the holiday season is to be drunk. The drunkenness culminates on New Years’ Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you’re married to. ↗

— P.J. O'Rourke

#love #new-years #new-years-eve #love

Jessica felt like a heroine in a tragic, dramatic love story. She lifted her chin and turned away. It was all over. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#heroine #sweet-valley #love

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. "You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet, you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. "You're like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#children-s-books #love #love

Kaldar smiled at her. Now there was a work of art. If she were just a girl and he were just a man, and they met at a party, that smile would've guaranteed him a date. The man was hot. There was no doubt. But right now, all it would get him was a solid punch in those even teeth. Audrey laughed. "Aren't you sweet? Tell me, do girls usually throw their panties at you when you do that?" He grinned wider, and she glimpsed the funny evil spark in his eyes. "Do men throw money when you do your little Southern belle? ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#fate-s-edge #ilona-andrews #kaldar #southern-belle #the-edge

...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? ↗

— John Geddes

#dark-eyes #eyes #love #poetry #love

The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return - that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. ↗

— Dodie Smith

#love #wisdom #youth #love

I don't like to make a distinction between the writer and the painter , finally , because I do both things anyway . Everybody's dreaming and trying to put down their dreams in the way that their hand knows best . I feel as much a unity , as much comradeship , with painters as I do writers . ↗

— Clive Barker

#dreams #painting #writing #art

Ich meine, was willst du, Andy? Soll ich verschwinden oder bleiben oder tot umfallen? Was? ↗

— Josephine Angelini

#andy-faiakes #goddess #göttlich-verliebt #hector-delos #hector-of-troy

I focused on his eyes and really locked onto them. I could feel myself falling into a world of blue that wiped the chills from my body and filled my heart with warmth. The depths I could see in his eyes were far more than any hallucination could create. I recognized them as the eyes I gave my heart and soul to. They were the same ones that gave me Hunter’s whole being and never looked back. There was no doubt in my mind this was the man I fell in love with. I was doing it all over again in that very moment. ↗

— L.J. Kentowski

#fate- #love

He turned and quickly removed his pants. My eyes grew huge, since he wore nothing underneath. I started to stammer, trying to avert my gaze,his sex all but riveting my eyes as I stared, blatantly helpless.“We will not make love. You’re in this bed as a friend. Why make things difficult?” I was hot all over; his body was perfect, strong, welcoming and oh-so-alive. ↗

— Alisha Basso

#temptation #undressing #love