#cut

When I saw you on the stairs before, I’d forgotten how beautiful you are,’ he whispered against her skin. ‘Spotty, not beautiful,’ she corrected gently, running her finger along his crooked nose. ‘Now you, you’re beautiful.’ ‘I even missed your inferiority complex.’ Max smiled and shifted against her. ‘Not being inferior. It’s a point of fact. I’m covered in zits,’ Neve said and she didn’t know why she felt the need to share that with Max but then she was glad that she had because he was kissing each one of the angry red bumps along her forehead and chin and cheeks, even though a few of them were starting to suppurate. ‘Don’t do that, it’s completely unhygienic. Kiss my mouth instead. ↗

— Sarra Manning

#adorable #couple #cute #kiss #love

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout out into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I'm in love with you. ↗

— John Green

#augustus #cuteness #love #business

Stand up and wash away this shame from the face of Christ! They are spitting in His face. ↗

— Sabina Wurmbrand

#courage #faith #persecution #courage

It's delicious,’ he announces, chewing my sandwich. 'I would like to stay here forever and die with you in my arms.' 'I don't know. I think it's too cold for forever,' I say, smiling. ↗

— Joanna Mazurkiewicz

#date #funny #romantic #dating

It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad. ↗

— Frederick Forsyth

#execution #first-line #first-lines #first-sentence #frederick-forsyth

I just can’t wait to get out of Sweet Valley,' Jessica explained. 'I feel like I’ve been dancing with the same ten cute guys my whole life. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#dancing #leaving-home #superficiality #sweet-valley #home

Don't limit yourself to someone else's opinion of your capabilities. Be you. Dream, plan, execute! ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#capable #dream #execute #limits #opinion

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind... ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from teh fact that her little bed was very white. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#dreams

Shane never knew how to address her friends' parents. She wanted to call her Mrs. Eliot's Mom, but knew that the cutesiness would not be appreciated. “Mrs. Kaspar” sounded too like a phone solicitor, which would not do after having kissed the circumference of her son's neck. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#cute #friends #kiss #kissing #dreams