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Everyone always says that love was enough. It wasn't. Not when your soul has been shattered.


Abbi Glines


#love

Cole,” I said, “do you think I’m lovable?” “As in ‘cuddly and’?” “As in ‘able to be loved,’” I said. Cole’s gaze was unwavering. Just for a moment, I had the strange idea that I could see exactly what he had looked like when he was younger, and exactly what he’d look like when he was older. It was piercing, a secret glimpse of his future. “Maybe,” he said. “But you won’t let anybody try.” I closed my eyes and swallowed. “I can’t tell the diference between not fighting,” I said,“and giving up.” Despite my eyelids being tightly shut, a single, hot tear ran out of my left eye. I was so angry that it had escaped. I was so angry. Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn’t know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it waslike a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole’s hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into the skin next to my jaw. It wasn’t a touch that said “I need more”. It was a touch that said “I want this.” It was all completely soundless. I didn’t think either of us was breathing. Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, “That’s how I would kiss you, if I loved you.


Maggie Stiefvater


#cole #cole-and-isabel #cole-st-clair #forever #isabel

Shane talking to Claire - "In this whole screwed up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," He whispered. "I love you, Claire


Rachel Caine


#love

I didn't have a heart until I meet you. That smile is killin me too. I can't look away. Can I always stay? I can't look away. I need to stay. I didn't have a heart until I meet you.


Jenni James


#jenni-james #love #lyrics #northanger-alibi #tony-russo

If she’d ever had any doubts that she loved him, really loved him, she knew now. It was easy to love somebody when love was happy, but when it was hard, when it meant facing things you feared...that was different. He’d done it for her, many times. And now she had to do it for him.


Rachel Caine


#claire-danvers #love #morganville #love

Bishop was all done with the witty converstaion. "Will you swear?" And Myrnin said, shockingly, "I will." And he proceeded to, a string of swearwords that made Claire blink. He ended with, "--frothy fool-born apple-john! Cheater of vandals and defiler of dead dogs!" and did another twirl and bow. He looked up with a red, red grin that was more like a leer. "Is that what you meant, my lord?


Rachel Caine


#claire-danvers #humor #myrnin #witty

an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love.


Nick Laird


#nick-laird #poem #poetry #the-last-saturday-in-ulster #time

I need to pull away from this - She gestured between them languidly - "because When I'm with you, I lose my balance. I don't feel calm and happy. She leaned forward, and Kane swallowed down his immediate urge to leap across the table and crush her thin lips under his. "When I am with you," Claire said, her accent rolling through the words like thunder, "I am a starving lion, raging at my captivity.


Louisa Edwards


#kane #love #some-like-it-hot #love

MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.


Cherise Sinclair


#erotica #the-dom-s-dungeon #men

He was prepared to die for it, as one of Baudelaire's dandies might have been prepared to kill himself in order to preserve himself in the condition of a work of art, for he wanted to make this experience a masterpiece of experience which absolutely transcended the everyday. And this would annihilate the effects of the cruel drug, boredom, to which he was addicted although, perhaps, the element of boredom which is implicit in an affair so isolated from the real world was its principle appeal for him.


Angela Carter


#baudelaire #boredom #love #art






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