#jam

I choose you," he said very softly, "Max." Then his hard, rough hand tenderly cuppoed my chin, and suddenly his mouth was on mine, and every synapse in my brain shorted out. We had kissed a couple of times before, but this was different. This time, I squelched my immediate, overwhelming desire to run away screaming. I closed my eyes and put my arms around him despite my fear. Then somehow we slid sideways so we were lying in the cool sand. I was holding him fiercely, and he was kissing me fiercely, and it was...just so, so intensely good. Once I got past my usual, gut-wrenching terror, there was a long, sweet slide into mindlessness, when all I felt was Fang, and all I heard was his breathing, and all I could think was "Oh, God, I wasnt to do this all the time. ↗

— James Patterson

#faxness #james-patterson #kiss #max #maximum-ride

I decided it was well past time to take him home and place him in bosom of his family. If you had rather I put him in an orphanage, I fully understand. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #family

Sometimes the greatest things happen when they have no rhyme or reason to. Life and logic might be against them, but great things happen nonetheless. ↗

— Jamie Schoffman

#jamie-schoffman #not-all-out-of-love #life

Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin. ↗

— Ian Fleming

#james-bond #loneliness #solitude #the-spy-who-loved-me #love

My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#jamie-weise #love #passion #writer #writing

He lacked tenderness; he was rude; and he had more than a streak of cruelty in him; he was a thief and a liar. He stood for everything she feared and hated and despised; but she knew she could love him... This was no choice made with the mind. ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#love

He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me. I knew it in that instant. He was a viscerally driven man. And one day, he would possess me. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#intellect #jamie-weise #love #love-story #possess

Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, " he said, sounding much happier. "What sort of story is it? ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#love

I can still hear the screams. They wake me in the night. Terrible, gut wrenching, painful screams; screams that can only come from the deepest and darkest recesses of the mind. These were not screams of pain. These were screams of years of sorrow and despair. These were screams that made your skin crawl. These were the worst screams I have ever heard. I cannot get them out of my head. Perhaps, they will be with me forever. I shouldn't be so lucky. ↗

— Jamie Schoffman

#jamie-schoffman #not-all-out-of-love #scream #sorrow #love

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#defensiveness #jamie-weise #love #love-story #silence