sweet

Does it hurt?__e bent his head and lightly kissed her forehead. __nly when I laugh._____l try not to be funny.___pic fail, beautiful.

Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they're boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says "Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed"--because he likes you anyways. He'll tolerate your junk

You_you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed.

Want to play baseball?__ she asked. Shane__ eyes opened, and he stopped stroking her hair. __hat?__ __irst base,__ she said. __ou__e already there.__ ____ not running the bases.__ __ell, you could at least steal second.__ __eez, Claire. I used to distract myself with sports stats at times like these, but now you__e gone and ruined it.

Did you see that dress?_ "I saw the dress._ "Did you like it?_ He didn't answer. I took that as a yes. "Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance?_ When he spoke, I could barely hear him. "You'll endanger the school._ I smiled and fell asleep.

I feel like my maybe someday just became my right now.

I am not a Books warm, but I like Books too much.

Dad was a baker, and we lived above the bakery, so I was always popping down to have an apple pie or a doughnut or a custard or gypsy tart: I had a very sweet tooth, and I think that that was what got me into doing what I do now.

The rewards of freedom are always sweet, but its demands are stern, for at its heart is the paradox that the greatest enemy of freedom is freedom.

The river flows at its own sweet will, but the flood is bound in the two banks. If it were not thus bound, its freedom would be wasted.

I've sold my soul for freedom. It's lonely but it's sweet.

It is sweet that people want to know everything about my wedding, but they should also respect my privacy.

Neil Gaiman is a star. He constructs stories like some demented cook might make a wedding cake, building layer upon layer, including all kinds of sweet and sour in the mix.

As they marched, the crowds lining the route broke into applause, a sweet and deeply felt spontaneous pattering that was a sort of communal embrace. Welcome home.

Any old place I can hang my hat is home sweet home to me.

Change in all things is sweet.

Having a sweet, wide-eyed, awkward character is more charming and allows for more range. If you come from anger, you're going to reach a ceiling very quickly.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.