#tempo

The scent of him was subtle, beautifully fresh, and she couldn’t think clearly. No man had ever brought out these intense feelings in her. Chris Augustine was dangerous and she could get lost in his arms. ↗

— Suzan Battah

#french #latino #multicultural #romance #beauty

No, it's okay. It was just … weird. No one has ever called me hot before.” “Really?” Trace frowned. “Well, that changes right now.” He ceased walking, stopping in the dead center of the pathway and reached for my hands. “Jade Cannon, you are totally hot!” Trace announced loudly, and people nearby stopped to stare at us after his outburst. I couldn't help but laugh. ↗

— Chelsea Lynn Charters

#high-school #teenage-love #the-gossip-web #young-adult #change

The tempo is the suitcase. If the suitcase is too small, everything is completely wrinkled. If the tempo is too fast, everything becomes so scrambled you can't understand it. ↗

— Daniel Barenboim

#completely #everything #fast #scrambled #small

I've changed, you've changed We've become something more than what was hoped for or foreseen ↗

— Tiffany Fulton

#contemporary-poetry #change

So when I got to be about 13 or 14, I started listening - even though my parents music was way cool - to contemporary hard rock at that time, which was Aerosmith, Cheap Trick, Black Sabbath, AC/DC, Ted Nugent and all that, and that's just where I came from. ↗

— Slash

#aerosmith #black #black sabbath #came #cheap

count no man happy until he be dead. ↗

— Solon

#happiness #temporary #death

Hey," I said softly and cupped his cheek. "Yeah?" “What about your dream?” His face went dimples. “I’m lookin’ at it, darlin’.” Oh. Crap. My heart felt near bursting. I was absolutely done for. This man owned me, body and soul, and everything in between. ↗

— Madeline Sheehan

#motorcycle-man #dreams

There will be people wishing to see the things you see, but can't. So the things they see physical is temporal, but the things shone spiritually is eternal. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#faith #hope #temporal #faith

By the way, don’t thank me for saving you, thank the lifeguards. If it was up to me, I would’ve just carried you off to the building by the boardwalk that said SURGERY. I’m sorry, but there’s a big difference between a family doctor treating you for the sniffles, and a guy who actually owns and knows how to use an operating table. ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#family

Love is like air, babe. It's there all the time, and you don't even think about it,or you take it for granted. Then all of a sudden, you need it, or you can't breathe. You inhale, and for the first time you're aware it's keeping you alive. You feel it brush your skin all the time. Sometimes it's warm and other times it's cool, but it's there surrounding you, feeding you, holding you. When you finally realize it's love, you become vulnerable. With that new fear of not having air, you subconsciously allow someone special to breathe life for you. ↗

— Debra Kayn

#contemporary-romance #life