love-story

We__e just_,_ those blue eyes blaze at me and steal my breath, drawing me in, __ust different people on different paths.__e comes closer, until he__ standing a centimeter away from me. __ook me in the eye and tell me you don__ want me,_ he dares.__esus. Are you really that confident?_____ really that interested.

The room was full with voices, loud music and beautiful people milling about everywhere. But all I noticed was her; beautiful, elegant and sitting alone in a quiet corner trying to remain unseen, to blend in, to become invisible, as if she actually thought such a thing was possible.

Here__ the thing about falling for someone who__ already given up; there__ no promise of tomorrow. There aren__ any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every thought could be their last. It__ like you__e helplessly walking into quicksand, waiting for the muck to cover your mouth and eyes until you can no longer find a way to breathe. No, it__ more like jumping from a high bridge without the promise of water underneath.And I fucking hate heights.

Children bring life to the soul.

«This summer's been a dream,» Ethan murmured.«I know.»«I just hate that we've only got one week before it ends.»«You've got it all wrong, Eth,» Alek said, gently running his hand through Ethan's surfer hair. «This summer's not the dream. We are. You and me. And it doesn't matter what time of the year it is, as long as we're together.»«I like that, Polly-O.» Ethan smiled.«We'll wreak havoc, you and me.» Alek told him.

I love trash. I have never believed that kitsch kills. I tell you this, so you will understand that my antipathy toward 'Love Story' is not because I am immune to either sentimentality or garbage, two qualities the book possesses in abundance. When I read 'Love Story', and I cried, in much the same way that I cry from onions, involuntarily and with great irritation, I was deeply offended...

Yes, Phebe was herself now, and it showed in the change that came over her at the first note of music. No longer shy and silent, no longer the image of a handsome girl, but a blooming woman, alive and full of the eloquence her art gave her, as she laid her hands softly together, fixed her eye on the light, and just poured out her song as simply and joyfully as the lark does soaring toward the sun. "My faith, Alec! that's the sort of voice that wins a man's heart out of his breast!" exclaimed Uncle Mac, wiping his eyes after one of the plaintive ballads that never grow old. "So it would!" answered Dr. Alec, delightedly. "So it has," added Archie to himself; and he was right: for just at that moment he fell in love with Phebe. He actually did, and could fix the time almost to a second: for at a quarter past nine, he thought merely thought her a very charming young person; at twenty minutes past, he considered her the loveliest woman he ever beheld; at five and twenty minutes past, she was an angel singing his soul away; and at half after nine he was a lost man, floating over a delicious sea to that temporary heaven on earth where lovers usually land after the first rapturous plunge. If anyone had mentioned this astonishing fact, nobody would have believed it; nevertheless, it was quite true: and sober, business-like Archie suddenly discovered a fund of romance at the bottom of his hitherto well-conducted heart that amazed him. He was not quite clear what had happened to him at first, and sat about in a dazed sort of way; seeing, hearing, knowing nothing but Phebe: while the unconscious idol found something wanting in the cordial praise so modestly received, because Mr. Archie never said a word.

Skinny-dipping is like Paris. It's always a good idea.

when the night turns into morningI want during the day, tell my story when evening twilight passed

I remember the way his eyes pinned my body against the backdrop of Paris as if I was some rare butterfly pinned to an exhibit box.

Maybe we knew each other in another life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one.

Do not censor yourself. Let go of that part of your brain and just be.

Hate is a disease, but love is its only cure.~ Kathryn Delcour from Adam's Fall

If someone would have asked him to describe that moment, he would have failed miserably. The only thing he knew was this is how it felt to love and be loved in return. Till now love as a feeling was alien to him but tonight he had witnessed its definitions in the most profound manner ever possible.

You love the word love but you don__ really love and you don__ want to love because love, which is really sacrifice, would prevent you from doing what you want to do.

She stole my first kiss, first love and all those first things, which are remembered just because they__e never been before

Love happens once _ you get it or you lose it but be rest assured, you never come out of it.

But in the end of our love story,We are on the same page.