love-at-first-sight

I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by the man of my dreams.

He's already tan, and leaning on the rail in his yellow linen shirt, with the pure glory of Venice racing behind him, I think he looks like someone I'd like to run off with, if I already hadn't.

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his kneesExcerpt from To Kiss a King by Grace WillowsComing this summer to Amazon Kindle and paperback.

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.

Doubt is the archenemy of love. He is the scoundrel who accused her to reason

Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky." Excerpt from Grace Willow's Last Minute Bride

I'd let him get under my skin, and now he had started to occupy my every thought.

She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter__ day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.

The beauty with modest smile, whose secrecy of silent love had just been stolen, beamed at this wonderful offer and she replenished herself with his love as a carefree child cossetted with luxurious warmth after a cold shower.

Rose looked down to the sheet of paper, saw a number and where to sign. Butch was holding out a pen for her to take. When she reached for the pen her fingers grazed lightly against his. She felt it. She saw it. The tiniest arc of electricity. It was as if flint and steel met, just waiting for the right moment to spark the dry tinder into a burning inferno.

Love notes to my husband, Jeremiah Nii Mama Akita; I will always love you. I am grateful for a blessed life shared with you.

When George spotted the pinup girl of his fondest fantasies across that cheesy bar, he had no idea what his pickup line was going to be. All he knew was that he had to get to her, right that second, and stake his claim. He didn__ give two shits if she was meeting someone, or was there with friends. That bird was going to be his.

It's not love at first sight, it's having the sight, to distinguish true love, from just mere beauty.

He said, I always thought the woman I__ marry would hit me easy, in a bolt of lightning, and there is not lightning there is not even thunder there is not even rain.

Woman must be financially independent to be free in love

... you__l have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.

One of the best things about humans is their ability to love.

You see the first thing we love is a scene. For love at first sight requires the very sign of its suddenness; and of all things, it is the scene which seems to be seen best for the first time: a curtain parts and what had not yet ever been seen is devoured by the eyes: the scene consecrates the object I am going to love. The context is the constellation of elements, harmoniously arranged that encompass the experience of the amorous subject...Love at first sight is always spoken in the past tense. The scene is perfectly adapted to this temporal phenomenon: distinct, abrupt, framed, it is already a memory (the nature of a photograph is not to represent but to memorialize)... this scene has all the magnificence of an accident: I cannot get over having had this good fortune: to meet what matches my desire. interval, something has been successful: I have been fulfilled (all my desires abolished by the plenitude of their satisfaction).