love-story

Every night she breaks your heart, and yet every morning you love her more. If that__ not enough, nothing will be!

Always choose love. Always choose the adventure. You__l never regret it.

Every man wants love, if he can get past the fear of exposure.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life.That word is love."(Sophocles)by Adam Harford, Duke of Harford,from the last page of "Sophie's Salvation

After an eternity she tries to rise. When was it that she had slunk and crouched on the tiles like a haggard waif? Black crows fly down to feast on her eyes. Trembling, her body summons its strength to stand against the swirling mass around her. A long strand of hair falls across her face. She does not bother to brush it back. Instead it stays there like a fly stuck in ointment, strands glued to her tear stained face. Steadying herself on the kitchen bench she edges her way toward the sink to fill a glass of water. Breathe Lisa! Her troubled mind instructs.

Unable to keep myself from temptation any longer, I reached up and ran my hand through his hair, which as much as he tried, never looked anything other than curly. I further melted into him when he started stroking my arm. Up and down, repeatedly, in sweet sensual delight. I tried to steady my breathing by taking deep, measured breaths. I refused to let him know just how much his touch was effectual and tantalizing.

Anything you want my darling. Anything you need. Just give me the word._ Tom had said tenderly to his emotionally weathered partner. How could she love him more at that moment? In that one small but monumental phrase he picked her up as if a craftsman might carefully gather and mend the broken parts of a toy. He will do the shopping, the clothes, look after the kids, and make dinner that night.

Yeah, 'cause you're just another vehicle goin' by and by.

Love the one who proves to you that __appily ever after_ is only the beginning.

Despite any warnings, she continued to move towards the flames he had ignited within her. Her limbs tingled as the fire spread, each touch of Alex's hands and lips caused a wave of cinders.

Your poetry--it doesn't deserve to be locked away, hidden from the rest of the world. And neither do you.

So you know you're a ghost?"I looked at my hands; they were transparent and glowed faintly. "Can you think of another explanation?

Free is a man who has no desires.

Saying I love you isn't hard, but meaning it is._ he kisses me softly, moaning against my lips. __oving you is the easiest thing to do on this earth, Trinity Parker.

I guess it's over now," I said bravely. "Right?""Is that what you want?"My throat clenched. I shook my head."What do you want, Haven?""I want you," I burst out, and the tears spilled over again. "But I can't have you."Hardy moved closer, gripping my head in his hands, forcing me to look at him. "Haven, sweetheart . . . you've already got me.

Looking at Sam was fine but it was the tasting I enjoyed most. Like the dew that watered fresh blossoms, Sam__ lips moved and left their mark against my heated skin. His scent of body wash and manliness_ too inviting_ left a delicious taste behind leaving me to desire the more I know I__l never get.

The truth had been said but evil had been done.

You make it sound so simple._ __t is, for the most part. Love is complicated, it can be downright ugly, but with the two of you it can be nothing but beautiful in the end.