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To: Christian Grey Dear Completely & Utterly Smitten I love waking up to you, too. But I love being in bed with you and in elevators and on pianos and billiard tables and boats and desks and showers and bathtubs and strange wooden crosses with shackels and four-poster beds with red satin sheets and boathouses and childhood bedrooms. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #ocinej #love

If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#seraphina #love

Sometimes you want to stay with someone, not only because it's magic and it's promising and it feels like home; but sometimes you find someone and you want to stay with him (or her)—because you're the same kind of animal. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#attraction #desire #love #man-and-woman #rawness

Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn't. I was everything to him and now I am nothing. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love-loss #love

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-lost #memories #pain #love

I don’t want you to see me. I want you to know me. I want you to love me with the rest of your senses. ↗

— Polly Iyer

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I've already been to hell and back. This time, I want to go to paradise. I want to do whatever it is you want. Because all I want is you, by my side, from this moment until forever. ↗

— Holly Stephens

#forever-love #sam #love

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me. ↗

— Kiera Cass

#twitter #young-adult #love

The White Mansion isn't boring, lass. Never boring. It's the grand demesne the Unseelie King built for his concubine. It's a living, breathing love story, testament to the brightest passion that ever burned between our races. You can follow the scenes through if you've time enough and are willing to risk getting lost for a few centuries. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

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I'd discovered that the sun equated happiness. Its bright and lovely existence was hope incarnate. It exposed the dark, brought forth the light and showed you that no matter how strong or oppressive the night was, that it was infinitely stronger, exponentially more substantial and just because you couldn't see it with your eyes, didn't mean it wasn't still with you, that you couldn't feel it or that it wouldn't come back for you. It was stalwart and constant. It was infinite. ↗

— Fisher Amelie

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