#ever

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time. ↗

— Robin L. LaFevers

#dark-triumph #grave-mercy #his-fair-assassin #robin-lafevers #romance

It was well for him, with his chivalry and mysticism, to make the grand renunciation. But it takes two to make love, or to make a quarrel. She was not an insensate piece of property to be taken up or laid down at his convenience. You could not give up a human heart as you could give up drinking. The drink was yours, and you could give it up: but your lover's soul was not you own: it was not at your disposal; you had a duty towards it. ↗

— T.H. White

#guenever #lancelot #love

How I love thee... ↗

— Cecilia Dart-Thorntonilia Dart-Thornton

#love

It’s not how you look in the mirror that's important, what's important is how you are reflected in the eyes of the people who love you. --T. Hammond (Red Rover) ↗

— T. Hammond

#blind-seduction #don-t-swear-in-front-of-the-dog #he-repeats-everything #talking-dog #love

I'll always remember, the late afternoons, of lasted forever, and ended so soon. ↗

— Alanna Mahmood

#love

Certainly one of the more common experiences in the jazz field is discovering someone new. Improvising musicians are capable of being musical travelers, voyagers. We want to join in on whatever we hear. There is a freedom to wander the musical landscape. ↗

— Gary Burton

#capable #certainly #common #discovering #experiences

Whenever I pick up a jacket and it's heavy, I think, 'Oh, I don't want to wear that.' ↗

— Sarah Burton

#i #i think #jacket #oh #pick

I loved the story but also enjoyed the format of the book, which includes e-mail messages. Janice L. Jones ↗

— Vicki M. Taylor

#forever-love #format #love-story #love

When I was a child and teenager I read whenever I had the opportunity, but since then I've found it hard to read as much as I'd like, children, work, and pets all providing powerful incentives to escape into a book and a practical reason why I rarely do so. ↗

— Louise Brown

#child #children #escape #found #had

Ronan was normally a shy guy with the nerdy classes and was never a hit with the babes and thought he was been offered it on a plate. He had died and gone to heaven, been in the limelight was all good. This stout was great stuff it totally relaxed him and made him cool and the babes loved it. Who would have guessed it Ronan was a sex machine? He wriggled his hips and enjoyed the moment oblivious to Katie’s glares and killer looks from the edge of the dance floor. Katie stood with a raised complexion with her hands folded across her chest and tapped her heels in irritation. It did her no good, nobody noticed”. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#annette-j-dunlea #irish-writer #love