#julian

You showed me what it was like to love. What the world could be like, if ↗

— L.J. Smith

#love

After a long moment, the Countess sat back down. "So," she said. "You … do love her. I must say, you look peculiarly resigned to it." He shrugged. "It is not fresh news for me." "And for Emma?" "Neither welcomed nor openly acknowledged." "But acknowledged all the same, you believe." "Perhaps," he said. "I cannot know. Not anymore." -Delphinia, Lady Chad and Julian ↗

— Meredith Duran

#emma #julian #meredith-duran #love

I think of the quietness of Julian’s voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep. I love you, Julian. But the words don’t come. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#julian-fineman #love #sadness #unrequited-love #love

Hembry," he said, not lifting his gaze from Juliana's. "We will retire to the music room. Lady Juliana wishes to play with me." She laughed at his outrageous statement as the butler disappeared to light the lamps in the music room. "Play for you, you rouge. Music. Nothing else." "Hmmm...," he enigmatically replied. Sinclair allowed her to put her own interpretation on his intentions as they entered the house. ↗

— Alexandra Hawkins

#lords-of-vice #sinclair #music

If you lose, there's the devil to pay. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#devil

I need you like - like light. You're light, all right - like a flame to a moth. I told you once that you shouldn't mess with forbidden things - I should have taken my own advice. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#advice

In Count Julian I simply proposed to create a text which would allow for diverse levels of reading. ↗

— Juan Goytisolo

#count #create #diverse #i #julian

I want to be inside you so badly, Grace,” he whispered. “I want to feel your legs wrapped around me, feel your breasts against my chest, hear you moaning as I make slow, sweet love to you. I want your smell on my body, your breath on my skin. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#love

And if you had no tongue, no celebrating language, you’d do this: cross your hands at the wrist with palms facing towards you; place your crossed wrists over your heart (the middle of your chest, anyway); then move your hands outwards a short distance, and open them towards the object of your love. It’s just as eloquent as speech. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#love

Logan ran a hand through his hair as he tried to calm his racing heart. He wanted her on the most basic level that a man could want a woman, but it was so much more than that. It wasn’t just about sex and the need to be inside her so badly it hurt—it was all the other stuff to. The need to matter. The need to be selfless. The need to love. ↗

— Juliana Stone

#juliana-stone #offside #love