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Everything feels right with her. I can’t explain it. The world just stops. Everything freezes. It’s me. It’s her. It’s just us. Everything else, every molecule, including the oxygen we breathe, is only secondary to the chemistry we create. When we watch a movie it’s more than images strung together in the form of mindless entertainment. It’s an experience. An experience we share together from making the popcorn to watching the film to talking about it for days after. Chemistry. What more can I say? You either have it or you don’t.
— Marilyn Grey, The Life I Now Live
Danni was his reward for all the bullshit he'd gone through, the torture, the anger,hatred and the bitter loneliness. She was going to be the band-aid for his torturedsoul.
— R.L. Mathewson, Tall, Dark & Heartless
You and I my love will always have unfinished business
— M.H.S. Pourri
This is my gift to you, this story that is also a song, these words that are a part of Fokir. Such flaws as there are in my rendition of it I do not regret, for perhaps they will prevent me from fading from sight, as a good translator should. For once, I shall be glad if my imperfections render me visible.
— Amitav Ghosh, The Hungry Tide
What kind of a day was it? A day like all others, that alters and illuminates our times. And you were there.
— Harvey Pekar
When you find the one, when you share the spark of kismet, then it becomes inconceivable to walk through life with anyone else.
— Karpov Kinrade, Seduced: Rose's Story
He realized, you see, that he was stupid enough to fall in love with a woman he never saw with his eyes, but that's okay, my dear, because the heart doesn't need eyes to fall in love.
— Marilyn Grey, The Life I Now Live
You make me want to do things I’ve never done before. Never wanted to do before,’ she whispered.
— C.C. MacKenzie, A Stormy Spring
You have shown me, along with that man over there, that life and love aren't as far apart as we think. They go hand-in-hand, like you and me. You can't have one without the other. Everything around us, inside of us, is love. It's in the birds and the rivers, the newborn baby whimpers, and yes, the passionate kisses we share. Life is a package wrapped up in love. To experience love, we have to open it. Carefully. And cherish every gift we're given.
— Marilyn Grey, Down from the Clouds
It’s a great privilege to not know where you’ll end up, just where you’re headed. It’s the only way to get there.
— Brianna Wiest
It’s at that exact second I realize—in a rush, like a wave crashing all around me—I have fallen in love. I am head over heels in love with Chase Gartner.
— S.R. Grey, I Stand Before You
We are like guests on this Earth, either we get to be nice or we get to be bad
— Catherine Anderson, Always in My Heart
Writing is a piece of cake. Editing is a slab of liver.
— Evels, The Essence
Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It’s the kind of word you use to hide the truth.
— Krista Ritchie, Ricochet
I’ve never been so clear about anything in my life. I turned around, made my way to that room you were in, and there you were. Nothing else mattered. I didn’t even know if we would make it out or not, I just wanted to be where you were, whatever that meant. The only thing I’m afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon.
— Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster
I love you always. Time is nothing.
— Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
Sometimes people are just misunderstood. People and animals. We can’t just assume they are thinking one thing and can avoid temptation. it’s hard as hell to avoid that red flag when it’s waving in your face.
— Magan Vernon, The Only One
She was this girl living in a bottomless hole of her thoughts.One day she saw a light. She felt the warmth and walked in its direction.It was there that she found him.He spoke to her and wove tendrils of love on her heart.His compassion was over whelming for her. His words, his love, his eyes- everything about him was so pure, so true. Her heart was getting intertwined with the love he was bestowing upon her. The mesh of affection he weaved around her heart made it breathe. And live.Vine by vine the mesh thickened. Today, he is her beloved. They are inseparable.He smiles, she smiles. They weave dreams.She loves him beyond infinity. He has her heart strings. And as he walks, she walks with him.
— Geetansha Sood
You love someone despite all their flaws. You love someone despite the fact that they have made mistakes. You love someone because you care about them
— Aria from The Curse of Everwood by B. V. Taylor
When I was twelve, someone stole all those dreams of normal from me." ~ Blake
— Ashley Poch, Luck of Love
She started to turn around, but I tugged her hand just enough for me to see her profile as she closed her eyes. She felt it as just like I did. There was an undeniable connection between us. I pulled her into my arms and with one hand moved the stray strands of her caramel hair away from her soft skin. I saw her mouth was slightly agape, and I pulled her face towards mine. I was mere centimeters from her lips, the warmth of her breath sliding against my own.“You should go Mylie or you might regret staying,” I said softly. “I don’t want to go,” she said anxiously. Damn.
— H.P. Landry, Wrecked
I constantly reminded myself with the fact that the world isn't about what's fair, but how you cope with what is unfair.
— Hiro0911
You're too damn beautiful for your own good.Hell,you're too damn beautiful for my own good
— Caisey Quinn, Girl with Guitar
You won't always spoil her .or treat her like a princess.You won't tell her she's beautiful everyday.You won't make her smile every night and you won't always want her the way you do now.That fades.Those giddy little stomach flutters fade and you're then left with reality.There will be day's you will forget to tell her she's beautiful,even though she needs to hear it.There will be days you'll to say i love you.There will be days you'll forget a birthday or an anniversary.There will be a time when she will walk past you and you won;t want to ravish her, the way you do now.Those things fade, and when they do, what's left is what's truly worth fighting for Love isn't always beautiful, heck,it's not even close to being perfect half the time,feelings change, the spark dies down and what you're left with is something you either chose to fight for you don't When you know that even through those things are gone,you're still willing to fight for every breath ,then you know the love is real.
— Bec Botefuhr, Racing for Freedom
In between trash and treasure.
— Raditya Dika
I just made it official. I'm a twenty-eight year old married woman with a twenty-two year old boyfriend who lives twenty minutes from a husband he doesn't know exists. That God I started believing in a few minutes ago is sending me straight to Hell.
— Chrissy Anderson, The Life List
Dear Judy Blume, why didn’t you write a book about how to survive talking to your centuries-old, super-duper experienced, smoking-hot soul mate about sex for the first time ever? That book would have been extremely helpful in preparing me for this incredibly awkward situation.
— Karen Amanda Hooper, Taking Back Forever
You know, when life presents you only good things and you idealize them to your way.And abruptly it comes up an avalanche of catastrophes and destroys all your beautiful dreams, as a war that destroys an entire country or a volcano that devastates forests.That's how I feel and I write in this diary 'How everything should have been' in my life.
— Pet Torres, Leione's Diary: How Everything Should Have Been
I breathe just to be near you...
— Fisher Amelie
It must be wonderful to marry the person whom we really love.” Lany said dazed.Antony turned his gaze from the moon and faced the girl's face.“You have ever had that feeling.” He said looking into her dark eyes.She shrugged as she was embarrassed at the coherent thought of the boy.“I never had that feeling, because I never loved that man.
— Pet Torres, Illusory Love II
When he comes back, I'm sticking to him like moss to a stone. You're going to have to cut me off with a knife to get us separated.
— Suilan Lee, Kiss Me to Spring Time
The platonic love I feel for my cousin, made me write this diary ...”Leione
— Pet Torres, Leione's Diary: How Everything Should Have Been
Because he tells me. All the fucking time. I’m precious to him and I know it because he shows me and he tells me. It’s beautiful. It’s real. It’s right.
— Kristen Ashley, Own the Wind
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words...they'll destroy my soul.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Love Exactly
The day we met, frozen I held my breath. Right from the start, I knew that I found the home for my heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love, when i'm afraid to fall. But watching you stand alone,all of my doubts, suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you, darlin' don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, i'll love you for a thousand more ♛♥
— Christina Perri
Tell me why it feels like you're a part of my soul?
— Cassandra Giovanni, Love Exactly
Love must face reality, if it is to surviveJumping in the Puddles of Life
— Loretta Livingstone
He was just beautiful. She'd never known a man could be beautiful, but he definitely was.
— Emily Jane Trent, Dark Desire
A real, true love that makes a human being believe in the power of destiny happens only once in a lifetime.
— Natalie Ansard, The Lover from Fifth Avenue
He doesn't teach you what to think, he teaches you how to think
— Lurlene McDaniel, Don't Die, My Love
Just don’t promise her the moon. She simply isn’t the type that would buy such a story. She only cares about love and nothing else. Can you tell her you love her?
— Natalie Ansard, The Lover from Fifth Avenue
Our love is an adventurous melody, our souls forever as one.
— Angela Richardson, Pieces of Truth
Next time I get sick, you can tell that to me. You can be my girl in the mountains.""Okay", I say."I'll be your mountain girl and take care of you.
— Gayle Forman
Most things in my life are anything but simple--but loving you is. I just do.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Love Exactly
I love you, Vic! Anything else is lies. I really, truly love you. I’ll love you until the day I die.
— Natalie Ansard, The Lover from Fifth Avenue
I know who you are...I've fallen hard for that person, and I sure as hell am not going to let you fade into your past.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Love Exactly
Heaven is freakin' not ready for me!" - seven-time cancer survivor Dionne Warner in Never Leave Your Wingman
— Deana J. Driver, Never Leave Your Wingman: Dionne and Graham Warner's Story of Hope
For so long music has been my heart, but now it's you...you're my heart.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Love Exactly
I've loved many women...I'm not going to lie to you, but it never works...vanity always gets in the way.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Love Exactly
If she would just let herself go I would be there to catch her if she fell but she wasn't ready to take that step yet."Ethan Sterling in Private Emotions
— Elize Amornette, The Private Emotions Trilogy Romance Novels
Every success story has a secret,Even if it’s a love story.
— Moffat Machingura, How I Kissed Heartbreak Goodbye
You're actually each other's wingman. You never leave your partner vulnerable." - Graham Warner, husband of fun-loving seven-time cancer survivor Dionne Warner
— Deana J. Driver, Never Leave Your Wingman: Dionne and Graham Warner's Story of Hope
As David Zucker watched the casket of his late wife being lowered into the ground, he thought the worst must surely be over and it was time to start the slow healing process to begin life anew.
— Phil Wohl, Ctrl-Salt-Del: A Life Rebooted
Gil sat baking in the sun for at least 45 minutes before one of the tour guides noticed him looking listless and leaning to his left side. As she approached him, she noticed that he had a stupid grin on his face.“Are you all right, Mr. Cohen?” she asked as she tried to slowly help him to his feet.His shirt was drenched with sweat and his skin was mostly clammy, signally that he was suffering from the middle stages of heat stroke.“It’s not so bad?” he muttered as he struggled to stand straight up. “What not so bad, Mr. Cohen?” one of the tour guides asked.“Death,” Gil stated in a glazed response.The guide looked at the heat-stricken man who appeared to have amoment of clarity amidst all of the sweat and dehydration. “Why is death not so bad?” she pressed on. Gil took a big swig of Gatorade and replied, “Because life wasn’t so great.
— Phil Wohl, Big Chief Brooklyn
...whatever you do, you’ll never kill my love. I love you! It’s only now that I realize I can’t imagine my life without you
— Natalie Ansard, The Lover from Fifth Avenue
You love me," she said. "That's enough. We love each other.""Yes. Yes, that's true." He smiled. "We are a love story.
— Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily
What would yo do for a piece of forever? What would you do to love more,feel more, and live more?
— Shey Stahl, Waiting for You
You mean we won't get to run through burning buildings?" I could see he wanted to laugh, but instead he watched me intently. "What? Why are you staring at me?" "I'm not staring. I'm observing."I smiled through my tears. "And what do you observe?"He brushed his lips against my ear. "A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right, even when it was unpopular. A woman who can't return to the land of her birth, but is wlcome to cross the seas and rebuild Alexandria in mine. And a woman who has suffered enough in Rome and deserves happiness for a change. Will you come to Mauretania and be my queen?"He drew back to look at me, but I held him closer. "Yes.""Just yes?"I nodded and pressed my lips against his.
— Michelle Moran, Cleopatra's Daughter
All the bruised lives, searching hearts...Everyone wants a love story but few will risk what it takes to live one.
— Donna Lynn Hope
There were so many things Sebastian and I had to work out: we'd both been single for so long that blending our lives together wasn't going to be easy.I'd promised Sebastian we'd find a way. He deserved to be loved for everything he was. And for whatever crazy reason he had, he loved me, too.
— Jane Harvey-Berrick, The Education of Caroline
Maybe the key to moving on was distancing herself from Wes. Not all the way. Just a little bit.Enough to let someone else in.
— Cindi Madsen, Falling for Her Fiance
I want to keep living in this beautiful dream-world of ours.
— David Dennis, Why She Left Us
P—Jamie!” I called. He waded back toward me. “I’m starting to think my name is Pajamie.” “Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn’t deep.” “Pajerky?” He gave me a skeptical look. “That’s Pathetic.” “We’ll see how smug you are once I’m on dry land.
— Diana Peterfreund, Rites of Spring (Break)
I don't have a love life. I have a like life.'Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be peacefully free from love...
— Lorrie Moore, Like Life
I love you times infinity.”“Ditto, babe.” He kissed me softly.
— Alexandria Rhodes, More Than You Know
Being in love has the same effect as being on drugs.
— Natalie Ansard
It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if they were in love and entitled to such adventures.
— Lorrie Moore, Like Life
Everything depends exclusively on emotions.
— Natalie Ansard, The Sorceress from Beverly Hills
As the fireworks began to illuminate the sky above them, Blake and Veronica made love for the first time on Hideaway Hill.
— Elle A. Rose, Hideaway Hill
- What’s there to talk about? I love you, you love me. Nothing else matters, love is the most important thing. The rest will come by itself.- No, Elida. You’re mistaken. Everything is important while sharing a life together. Love, honesty, habits, affinities. Everything. One is fulfilling the other and one can’t exist without the other.
— Natalie Ansard, The Sorceress from Beverly Hills
I walked him down to the front door, and the Savannah air assaulted me as I opened the door. “This town was never the same without you.” He turned around and started his short walk home, disappearing into the black of the night.
— Alexandria Rhodes, More Than You Know
A Quote from Monty's journal in GOD MUST BE WEEPING. "I felt as anonymous as a grain of sand.
— J.D. Winston, God Must Be Weeping
A Quote from Monty's journal in God Must Be Weeping, "I, too, wished to climb the ladder of life and reach the stars spangling by the gates of the Milky Way, where the wondrous mysteries of Heaven unfurled.
— J.D. Winston, God Must Be Weeping
Jason, I love you and you cannot escape from it. Even if you could, I would never let you go.
— Natalie Ansard, The Sorceress from Beverly Hills
Love is the most beautiful thing that can happen to someone. No one can explain that feeling and desires engrossing a person preparing to give their heart to someone.
— Natalie Ansard, The Sorceress from Beverly Hills
Maybe you yhink you're not perfect,not pretty enough,or smart enough,but for some guy,you're pefect just the way you are.that's your perfect man.
— Yuchita Erayani
And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.
— Jodi Picoult, Between the Lines
I was perfectly happy in my boring life before you came along.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
You could make mistakes when you lived together because you knew you'd wake up the next morning with another chance.
— Ariel Sabar, Heart of the City: Nine Stories of Love and Serendipity on the Streets of New York
We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,--"blind as a bat," for instance. It would be safe to say that there cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families. Tempers strain and recover, hearts break and heal, strength falters, fails, and comes near to giving way altogether, every day, without being noted by the closest lookers-on.
— Helen Hunt Jackson, Ramona
She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale.
— Mikl Paul, Dandelions That have Held your Breath
He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it.
— Mikl Paul, Dandelions That have Held your Breath
He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes and boxes, I would take them into my closet, shut the door, and quickly open them. A flash of foreign light would fill the room, but only for a moment. I would whisper ‘this is what we’re like, this is what we’re like.’…
— Mikl Paul, Dandelions That have Held your Breath
I loved the story but also enjoyed the format of the book, which includes e-mail messages. Janice L. Jones
— Vicki M. Taylor, Forever Until We Meet
To become the love of a poet is to become both a muse and an immortal all at the same time.
— Jennifer Megan Varnadore
Look at this, Grace," Peg's e-mail said. "He's entrancing those people. I just realized. Taking them out of themselves. Ty is sort of like a medicine man. A shaman. P.S. Have you called him?
— Shelle Sumners, Grace Grows
But then, Phillip reminded me of something that happened so long ago, I had completely forgotten it. He reminded of when we were ten, and he gave me my first kiss. We were on the swings out behind school, and right after he kissed me, he got up and ran away. Then all of a sudden, he stopped, turned around and yelled back, Will you marry me someday? And I yelled back to him, YES! And so he said that if people ask, I could tell them that we've been secretly engaged for the past twelve years. And so,.. you will probably all think I am very crazy, but I had to say YES again tonight!
— Jillian Dodd, That Boy
One fine moonlit night, Mortain and his Wild Hunt were riding through the countryside when they spied two maids more beautiful than any they had ever seen before. They were picking evening primrose, which only blooms in the moonlight.“The two maids turned out to be Amourna and Arduinna, twin daughters of Dea Matrona. When Mortain saw the fair Amourna, he fell instantly in love, for she was not only beautiful but light of heart as well, and surely the god of death needs lightness in his world.“But the two sisters could not be more different. Amourna was happy and giving, but her sister, Arduinna, was fierce, jealous, and suspicious, for such is the dual nature of love. Arduinna had a ferocious and protective nature and did not care for the way Mortain was looking at her beloved sister. To warn him, she drew her bow and let fly with one of her silver arrows. She never misses, and she didn’t miss then. The arrow pierced Mortain’s heart, but no one, not even a goddess, can kill the god of death.“Mortain plucked the arrow from his chest and bowed to Arduinna. ‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘For reminding me that love never comes without cost
— R.L. LaFevers, Grave Mercy
The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.
— Jamie McGuire
I could hold you prisoner here for the rest of the day and list everything I love about you, but that’s only half of it,” he explained, turning toward me. “The other half is something I can’t put into words. Something I don’t think I’ll ever be able to. It’s something that ties me to you, and you to me. Call it chemistry, call it fate, call it whatever you want. All I know is that I’m yours just as much as you’re mine, Luce. That’s the surest thing I’ve ever known.
— Nicole  Williams, Clash
There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.
— Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun
Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don't even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don't even have to worry about being nervous or feeling self-conscious. I've spent what seems like my whole life trying to pretend I'm that way. What would it be like to have it just come naturally?
— Lauren Barnholdt, The Thing About the Truth
I’ve been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time – that you’re where you’re supposed to be. And it occurred to me, can you prove you’d be better off somewhere else? If you’d have left the state, your relationship would have ended still. Maybe you’d have even blamed yourself, not knowing that it was doomed because of him, either way. Instead, you’re here. You got dumped, skipped class, and met the best econ tutor at the university! Who knows, maybe I’ll make you fall in love with economics.
— Tammara Webber, Easy
Almost all of our relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both partners run out of goods.But if the seed of a genuine disinterested love, which is often present, is ever to develop, it is essential that we pretend to ourselves and to others that it is stronger and more developed than it is, that we are less selfish than we are. Hence the social havoc wrought by the paranoid to whom the thought of indifference is so intolerable that he divides others into two classes, those who love him for himself alone and those who hate him for the same reason.Do a paranoid a favor, like paying his hotel bill in a foreign city when his monthly check has not yet arrived, and he will take this as an expression of personal affection – the thought that you might have done it from a general sense of duty towards a fellow countryman in distress will never occur to him. So back he comes for more until your patience is exhausted, there is a row, and he departs convinced that you are his personal enemy. In this he is right to the extent that it is difficult not to hate a person who reveals to you so clearly how little you love others.
— W.H. Auden, The Dyer's Hand
I know you deserve better than me. You think I don’t know that? But if there was any woman made for me … it’s you.
— Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster
The movie I was working on, "Cleopatra", it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about.
— Jess Walter, Beautiful Ruins
Love means never having to say your are sorry
— Eric Segal, Howard Pyle: American Master Rediscovered
She clasped his hands and pressed her lips to them. 'I want you to be proud of me,' he repeated. She dropped his hands, feeling defeated.
— Natasha Farrant, The Things We Did For Love
—And you completely blow me away and rip my world up and everything else, and then you go back to ignoring me.” “I blew you away?” I squeak out before I can stop myself. He stares at me steadily. “You blew everything away.
— Lauren Oliver
Let me show you
— Lauren Oliver
You should do that more often,” he said. “Laugh, I mean.”“I know.” But that sounded sad, and she didn’t want to be sad, so she added, “I don’t often get to torture grown men, though.”“Really?” he murmured. “I would think you do it all the time.”She looked at him.“When you walk into a room,” he said softly, “the air changes.
— Julia Quinn, A Night Like This
It's about more than us, now, can't you see? I love you, of course I do, but some things...some things just have to be done.
— Natasha Farrant, The Things We Did For Love
Trick.” I say a little louder.“Shhh, sleep baby.” He mumbles. I laugh and smack his arm.“Wake up. I can feel your morning wood.” This gets his attention and he sits up, taking me with him. The arms wrapped around my middle graze my breasts as he shifts up and a tingle shoots straight between my legs.“God, Caroline, I’m so...” He stops, probably realizing that he doesn't have morning wood, “I don't have...” He’s actually pretty cute all sleepy. He laughs.“I know but I couldn't figure out how else to get your attention.” I shrug.
— K. Larsen, Saving Caroline
They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.
— Daniel Wallace
Our connection was like a hidden force pulling us towards one another, and resisting it took a strength that I didn’t know I could keep up for much longer.
— Michelle Madow, Remembrance
You are perfect in your own dysfunctional way. And it’s exactly what I want." - Fenn
— Candace Knoebel
You’re everything to me—you always have been, and you always will be. Always and forever.
— Michelle Madow, Remembrance
The silkiness of his voice was a torturous caress that I could have endured for the rest of my life.
— Melissa Andrea, Flutter
Feeling like I had to lose you for the second time...” He shook his head, and I thought I saw tears under his eyes. “I don’t think I could bear it. You’re everything to me, Elizabeth.
— Michelle Madow, Remembrance
Oh God, my stomach must have won a medal- it's doing a lap of honour now.
— Ali McNamara, From Notting Hill with Love... Actually
My feelings for Drew couldn't just disappear. They were ingrained within every fiber of my being, and I needed them just the same as I needed air to breathe.
— Michelle Madow, Remembrance
Because home is where your heart is. And one heart can work wonders when it's beating strongly. And the sweet fairy tales can become true
— Georgia Kakalopoulou, Sands  of  Passion
I didn't want him to be the one I avoided because he'd hurt me. If I was just his friend, then I would still be blessed. If that meant swallowing my pride and being his shoulder when he got hurt, or being the one he ranted at when he was angry; I was prepared to do it and to do it with dignity.
— Jessica    Thompson
I like these games we play, the ones that involve our heads and our hearts ~ Page 212
— S.L. Scott, Naturally, Charlie
I'm cautious with the love word because I really know what it means. I've been there, done that and I know what the implications are. I also know that people say they love people when they don't, and it often results in tears and avoidance of bars, supermarkets, even whole towns in extreme cases.
— Jessica    Thompson
Because the truth is, this is love, and it doesn't matter if you lose everything. Your job. Your home. Your car. Not as long as you have that person by your side.
— Jessica    Thompson
All I could think about while driving after you was how it was about to happen all over again and that I would never be able to feel your warm skin under my hands or look into your beautiful blue eyes, or tell you how much I love you.
— Michelle Madow, Remembrance
Ever since the first day I’d seen Drew, none of my thoughts made sense. My entire world had turned upside-down, and I had no explanation why.
— Michelle Madow, Remembrance
I had wanted to hate you that day. Believe me, I had. And then suddenly, staring at me incredulously, your extra half-tooth had blurted out aloud, ‘You get dimples on both cheeks!’ your immaculate lisp intact, on both the ‘s’es. I remember that second, the way your hair fell, the nankhatais on my tongue and the strains of Akhtar’s melody in the air. I had fallen in love with you then. I miss that second.’('Left from Dhakeshwari')
— Kunal  Sen
In a dark layer of Esme's memory there was a kiss. Vividly she recalled Mihai in the snow, naked and fanged. That kiss had conjured ancient passions a god had tried to erase, and Esme remembered the pressure of it and even knew the flavor of that black river. But it belonged to someone else. Tom's kiss, by contrast, wasn't passionate.Esme didn't even have time to close her eyes and tilt her face up to meet it, and it landed crooked and only half on her lips. It was clumsy and it ended quickly. And it was hers.
— Laini Taylor
Aaron snorted "That's so cheesy.""Well yeah. I am cheesy. I'm the king of cheese. You should know that by now.Aaron's eyes were dancing with amusement. "I prefer to call you classically romantic.
— Cleon Lee, Theory of Attraction
I hope you find someone you can't live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between.
— Oscar Wilde
If you don’t want me to be in love with you, you’re going to have to stop looking so lovely. First thing tomorrow I’m having your maids sew some potato sacks together for you.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
You get confused by crying women, I get confused by walks with princes.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
Your Majesty—Tugging my ear. Whenever.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
I hit your thigh!”“Oh, please. A man doesn’t need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
If you want to understand a society, take a good look at the drugs it uses. And what can this tell you about American culture? Well, look at the drugs we use. Except for pharmaceutical poison, there are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in.
— Bill Hicks
I can’t help it." I sighed. "One can never help being born into perfection.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
I should have known that if any girl was going to disobey an order, it would be you.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
You're in America now," I said. "Our idea of diplomacy is showing up with a gun in one hand and a sandwich in the other and asking which you'd prefer.
— Jim Butcher, Turn Coat
Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
Listen to me, kitten. Win or lose, you’ll always be a princess to me.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
I’ve met nearly every woman in this room, and I can’t think of one who would make a better friend. I’d be glad to have you stay."My relief was inexpressible."Do you think," Maxon asked, "That I could still call you ‘my dear’?" "Not a chance." I whispered.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
Is this a good time to pat your shoulder?
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road: the Original Scroll
P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
America is great because she is good. If America ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.
— Alexis de Tocqueville
Need someone to talk to? I could tug my ear right now.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
The most important thing for everyone in Gringolandia is to have ambition and become 'somebody,' and frankly, I don't have the least ambition to become anybody.
— Frida Kahlo
I guessed princesses-in-training didn’t wear pants.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
America has never quite forgiven Europe for having been discovered somewhat earlier in history than itself.
— Oscar Wilde
The Selection was no longer something that was simply happening to me, but something I was actively a part of. I was an Elite.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world—bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts.
— Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century
As a nation, we began by declaring that 'all men are created equal.' We now practically read it 'all men are created equal, except negroes.' When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read 'all men are created equal, except negroes, and foreigners, and Catholics.' When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretense of loving liberty – to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocrisy.
— Abraham Lincoln, Lincoln Letters
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky — her grand old woods — her fertile fields — her beautiful rivers — her mighty lakes, and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked, my joy is soon turned to mourning. When I remember that all is cursed with the infernal actions of slaveholding, robbery and wrong, — when I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten, and that her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.
— Frederick Douglass, Frederick Douglass: Selected Speeches and Writings
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
— Allen Ginsberg
...I want it to be as easy as breathing for you to say yes.
— Kiera Cass, The Elite
Everybody's serious but me.
— Allen Ginsberg
the greatest Americanshave not been born yetthey are waiting patientlyfor the past to die
— Saul Williams
Look, America is no more a democracy than Russia is a Communist state. The governments of the U.S. and Russia are practically the same. There's only a difference of degree. We both have the same basic form of government: economic totalitarianism. In other words, the settlement to all questions, the solutions to all issues are determined not by what will make the people most healthy and happy in the bodies and their minds but by economics. Dollars or rubles. Economy uber alles. Let nothing interfere with economic growth, even though that growth is castrating truth, poisoning beauty, turning a continent into a shit-heap and riving an entire civilization insane. Don't spill the Coca-Cola, boys, and keep those monthly payments coming.
— Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction
The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.
— Kiera Cass, The Elite
So the American government lied to the Native Americans for many, many years, and then President Clinton lied about a relationship, and everyone was surprised! A little naïve, I feel!
— Eddie Izzard
We are not afraid to entrust the American people with unpleasant facts, foreign ideas, alien philosophies, and competitive values. For a nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its pe
— John F. Kennedy
Regarding the fitness craze: America has lost its soul
—  now it's trying to save its body.
It's safe to assume that by 2085 guns will be sold in vending machines but you won't be able to smoke anywhere in America.
— David Sedaris, When You Are Engulfed in Flames
America's health care system is neither healthy, caring, nor a system.
— Walter Cronkite
Castes never meant that much to me.
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
I remembered suddenly that Aspen had always been this way. He sacrificed sleep for me, he risked getting caught out after curfew for me, he scrounged together pennies for me. Aspen's generosity was harder to see because it wasn't as grand as Maxon's, but the heart behind what he gave was so much bigger.
— Kiera Cass, The Elite
Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
America had often been discovered before Columbus, but it had always been hushed up.
— Oscar Wilde
The look in Marlee's eyes was triumphant, and the smile hiding behind her cup of tea said, 'Gotcha'!
— Kiera Cass, The Elite
I happen to believe that America is dying of loneliness, that we, as a people, have bought into the false dream of convenience, and turned away from a deep engagement with our internal lives—those fountains of inconvenient feeling—and toward the frantic enticements of what our friends in the Greed Business call the Free Market. We’re hurtling through time and space and information faster and faster, seeking that network connection. But at the same time we’re falling away from our families and our neighbors and ourselves. We ego-surf and update our status and brush up on which celebrities are ruining themselves, and how. But the cure won’t stick.
— Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
We drove 22 miles into the country around Farmington. There were meadows and apple orchards. White fences trailed through the rolling fields. Soon the sign started appearing. THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED BARN IN AMERICA. We counted five signs before we reached the site. There were 40 cars and a tour bus in the makeshift lot. We walked along a cowpath to the slightly elevated spot set aside for viewing and photographing. All the people had cameras; some had tripods, telephoto lenses, filter kits. A man in a booth sold postcards and slides -- pictures of the barn taken from the elevated spot. We stood near a grove of trees and watched the photographers. Murray maintained a prolonged silence, occasionally scrawling some notes in a little book. "No one sees the barn," he said finally. A long silence followed. "Once you've seen the signs about the barn, it becomes impossible to see the barn."He fell silent once more. People with cameras left the elevated site, replaced by others.We're not here to capture an image, we're here to maintain one. Every photograph reinforces the aura. Can you feel it, Jack? An accumulation of nameless energies." There was an extended silence. The man in the booth sold postcards and slides. "Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what the others see. The thousands who were here in the past, those who will come in the future. We've agreed to be part of a collective perception. It literally colors our vision. A religious experience in a way, like all tourism." Another silence ensued. "They are taking pictures of taking pictures," he said.
— Don DeLillo, White Noise
Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans, born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage, and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world. Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
— John F. Kennedy
England and America are two countries separated by the same language.
— George Bernard Shaw
You've lived in America for twenty years. Eat badly, damn it.
— Jennifer Crusie, Faking It
I'll see you tomorrow, Mare. You know you want to see my ring.""And your tat," she said, a smile in her voice.
— Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster
The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
— D.H. Lawrence, Studies in Classic American Literature
There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured by what is right with America.
— Bill Clinton
In America everybody is of the opinion that he has no social superiors, since all men are equal, but he does not admit that he has no social inferiors, for, from the time of Jefferson onward, the doctrine that all men are equal applies only upwards, not downwards.
— Bertrand Russell
You may have heard the talk of diversity, sensitivity training, and body cameras. These are all fine and applicable, but they understate the task and allow the citizens of this country to pretend that there is real distance between their own attitudes and those of the ones appointed to protect them. The truth is that the police reflect America in all of its will and fear, and whatever we might make of this country’s criminal justice policy, it cannot be said that it was imposed by a repressive minority. The abuses that have followed from these policies—the sprawling carceral state, the random detention of black people, the torture of suspects—are the product of democratic will. And so to challenge the police is to challenge the American people who send them into the ghettos armed with the same self-generated fears that compelled the people who think they are white to flee the cities and into the Dream. The problem with the police is not that they are fascist pigs but that our country is ruled by majoritarian pigs.
— Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl: Original Draft Facsimile
They're all gone, my tribe is gone. Those blankets they gave us, infected with smallpox, have killed us. I'm the last, the very last, and I'm sick, too. So very sick. Hot. My fever burning so hot. I have to take off my clothes, feel the cold air, splash water across my bare skin. And dance. I'll dance a Ghost Dance. I'll bring them back. Can you hear the drums? I can hear them, and it's my grandfather and grandmother singing. Can you hear them?I dance one step and my sister rises from the ash. I dance another and a buffalo crashes down from the sky onto a log cabin in Nebraska. With every step, an Indian rises. With every other step, a buffalo falls. I'm growing, too. My blisters heal, my muscles stretch, expand. My tribe dances behind me. At first they are no bigger than children. Then they begin to grow, larger than me, larger than the trees around us. The buffalo come to join us and their hooves shake the earth, knock all the white people from their beds, send their plates crashing to the floor. We dance in circles growing larger and larger until we are standing on the shore, watching all the ships returning to Europe. All the white hands are waving good-bye and we continue to dance, dance until the ships fall off the horizon, dance until we are so tall and strong that the sun is nearly jealous. We dance that way.
— Sherman Alexie, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven
New York is made up of millions of different people, and they all come here looking for something
— Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York
The American Negro has the great advantage of having never believed the collection of myths to which white Americans cling: that their ancestors were all freedom-loving heroes, that they were born in the greatest country the world has ever seen, or that Americans are invincible in battle and wise in peace, that Americans have always dealt honorably with Mexicans and Indians and all other neighbors or inferiors, that American men are the world's most direct and virile, that American women are pure. Negroes know far more about white Americans than that; it can almost be said, in fact, that they know about white Americans what parents—or, anyway, mothers—know about their children, and that they very often regard white Americans that way. And perhaps this attitude, held in spite of what they know and have endured, helps to explain why Negroes, on the whole, and until lately, have allowed themselves to feel so little hatred. The tendency has really been, insofar as this was possible, to dismiss white people as the slightly mad victims of their own brainwashing.
— James     Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
In the twentieth century, nowhere on Earth was sex so vigorously suppressed as in America---and nowhere else was there such a deep interest in it.
— Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land
Everybody has their own America, and then they have pieces of a fantasy America that they think is out there but they can’t see…So the fantasy corners of America…you’ve pieced them together from scenes in movies and music and lines from books. And you live in your dream America that you’ve custom-made from art and schmaltz and emotions just as much as you live in your real one.
— Andy Warhol
You know what the issue is? Do you want to know? It's what these guys have decided to call America. They have the audacity to say, 'There, you sons of bitches, don't lay a finger on it. That is a finished product.'""But any country is still in the making. Always. That's just history, people have to see that.
— Barbara Kingsolver
It will take time to restore chaos
— George W. Bush
Don't worry, I can hander it!
— Hidekaz Himaruya
Grandma frowned and yelled something in Russian. She could have been saying, 'Open up, your best friend is here.' On the other hand, it could have been, 'America is a great country because of canned ravioli.
— Laurie Halse Anderson, Prom
The happy and powerful do not go into exile, and there are no surer guarantees of equality among men than poverty and misfortune.
— Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America
I love America and I hate it. I'm torn between the two. I have two conflicting visions of America. One is a kind of dream landscape and the other is a kind of black comedy.
— Bono
a simple question to identify your true home: where do you want to die?
— Eric    Weiner, The Geography of Bliss: One Grump's Search for the Happiest Places in the World
I think in our desire to create a better America,we have to have civilized debate in this country and not just yelling.
— Craig Ferguson
The superman exists and he's American.
— Alan Moore, Watchmen
It’s like, how did Columbus discover America when the Indians were already here? What kind of shit is that, but white people’s shit?
— Miles Davis, Miles: The Autobiography