love-story

Robin looked at Daniel and had the meanest thought of her life: "He'll do.

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.

And when the mood took her to fall for the handsome young lawyer Will Bankhead, she happily threw over the man to whom she was already engaged.

He was a boy, she was a girlCan I make it any more obviousHe was a punk, and she did ballet,What more can I sayHe wanted her,she wouldn't tell, but secretly she wanted him as well,All of her friends stuck up their nose,They didn't like his baggy clothesHe was a sk8er boi, she said see you later boy,he wasn't good enough for her

The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment -daniel grigori (fallen)

I desperately want to talk to her now. I want to ask her who it was who so deftly crafted and shaped the legend that was our love.

If Stalin gives you a love advice, it has to succeed.

_''A heart that had chosen its path couldn't be led in any other direction.

I love you,_ he says again, __nd no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.

It was the moment I heard your laughter. The moment I heard us laughing, two cascades in the middle of a desert, careless and uninhibited.

all night he talks and holds me, all night he loves me slow and careful.

I learned by heart the lines of your face. I can draw them blindly on a water canvas.Your face in the middle of an inflamed argument. Your face in the middle of a mild one-- when you're at fault.Your face filled with rainbows of laughter. Your face filled with clouds of distress.Your face, fluttering, when I open you the door. Your face, agonizing, every time I stand waiting, for the elevator.Your face, eager, when you kiss me. Your face, surprised, when I lead you to bed.Your face in the middle of pain. Your face on the outskirts of pleasure.Your face, with a baffled look, when you wake up. Your face falling asleep, with total surrender.Your face the first night we met. Your face the last night we parted.I learned by heart the lines of your face. They all led me into hell.They all led me into heaven.

I will be with you and there is nothing in heaven, or hell, that can keep me away. - Michael

... I believe true love arises only when two people are completely in sync with each other__ music. And dance with them._-Michael to Sophia

No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?

Their marriage was cold and tedious. Formal and unloving. Stale even. She never had any regrets like this with Jack. With Jack, a rainy day would be cheerful.

This is what I always said to André: you never know. You never know what the future may bring. I just knew that whatever time we had together, whether one year or thirty-four, I wanted it. I wanted him. Regardless of the consequences. When a love like that comes your way, you grab, hold, cherish it _ you live it. You don__ allow it to pass by. It is rare and precious. If you are lucky, you__l have it once in a lifetime. Will I be allowed to live it twice? I doubt it, even if I wish it were possible. Periodically, I sit quietly and stare into space and understand that I am only forty, and it is behind me.

I__ remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I__ remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.