#tempo

As he hums the melody softly into my ear, I can feel the notes seep deep into my skin and bones, and birth an ache in my soul I never knew existed. What is this, if not impossible? ↗

— Ashleyn Poston

#music #new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-romance #love

If he was like any of his music, he would be complex, explosive, sweet, sensual, and passionate. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#contemporary-fiction-music #erotica-romance #kailin-gow #sensuality #the-protege

Moment to moment, it turns out, is not God’s conception, or nature’s. It is man conversing with himself about and through a piece of machinery he created." We effectively became “time-keepers, and then time-savers, and now time-servers” with the invention of the clock. ↗

— Lewis Mumford

#temporal #time #nature

Humph! A text message that said, ‘What’s up, sexy?’ You call that setting a mood? Love making takes place long before the bedroom— ↗

— N. Wood Lane

#do-it-to-my-mind #fiction #marriage-life #n-wood-lane #relationships

He realized with sudden clarity that the power axis in a conflict shifted once your adversary had heard you plead for divine intervention while her hands and mouth and body brought you to screaming climax on her kitchen table. ↗

— Barbara Falkenrath

#humor-relationships #romance #relationship

A forza di soffrire per te ho contratto un debito intellettuale nei confronti del tempo che attraverso. Sono un militante del pensiero critico. Mi attirano libri che fino a qualche tempo fa m’innervosivano solo a leggerne il titolo. Sei compatibile con tutto: con il privato, il pubblico, la politica, l’etica, l’estetica, la religione, la musica, la letteratura, il cinema, il teatro, l’informazione, la tecnologia, la pubblicità dei pannolini e persino quella delle macchine. Ogni cosa è compromessa con te. E io sono obbligato a speculare su tutto, perché tutto ti riguarda. Sei ovunque, tranne dove vorrei che fossi. Indovina dove. ↗

— Diego De Silva

#critico #libri #soffrire #tempo #vita

Oh, Alice, you haven’t even had a taste of my romantic streak yet. And when the time’s right I don’t think I’ll have to ‘try’ to have my way with you. I just WILL. ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#romantic

Are you referring to the day you instructed me to ‘follow the white rabbit,’ plied me with absinthe and brownies, and tried to have your way with me? Didn’t take long for you to lose your romantic streak, did it? ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#romantic

Once the principals in their party are seated, with those lower on the totem pole left to grumble and move on to find another table, our once-cozy booth transforms into a damp fusion of vacuous wretchedness, with the three women all complaining alternately about their wet hair/clothes and their respective distance from Talon, while the man himself is trying to maneuver his Paul Bunyan frame way too close to me. ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#respect

Sarah, I’m going to take care of you whether you like it or not. ↗

— Robyn Carr

#romance #romantic #women-s-fiction #romantic