#max

Elegir estar contigo no es una difícil decisión Jacqueline... Es fácil, increíblemente fácil. ↗

— Tammara Webber

#easy #love #lucas-maxfield #love

Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me. ↗

— James Patterson

#maxride #change

You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you. ↗

— Kiera Cass

#change #goodbye #love #maxon #relationship

Damn, Lu. When did you get an ass like this? ↗

— Gina L. Maxwell

#gina-l-maxwell #seducing-cinderella #love

Real love and Sun have something in common; they are so bright that they don't have shadows, they are free of darkness! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#maxims #sagacious-sayings #love

Of course one’s sense of identification with the nation is inflected by all kinds of particulars, including one’s class, race, gender, and sexual identification. … But [regarding] national character …, aside from references to a national aesthetic — literary, musical, and choreographic, there are two poles I reference: minimalist and maximalist. I love them both — the cryptic poems of Emily Dickinson folded up in tiny packets and hidden away in a box, the sparse, understated choreographies of Merce; but also the “trashy, profane and obscene” poems of Whitman and Ginsberg, [and] Martha Graham’s expressionism. I am, myself, a minimalist. But I love distortion guitar and the wild exhibitionism of so many American artists. Also, these divisions are false. Emily Dickinson, in fact, can be as trashy and obscene as the best of them! Anyway, Dickinson and Whitman are at the heart of this narrative. They are the Dancing Queen and the Guitar Hero. ↗

— Barbara Browning

#i-m-trying-to-reach-you #maximalism #minimalism #love

They [Erasers] were bad fliers," Angel chimed in, "And in their minds, they weren't all kill the mutants, like they usually are. They were like, remember to flap! ↗

— James Patterson

#erasers #flying #maximum-ride #wings #remember

I was your man, you were halfway around the world from me, honey, I'd fuckin' phone you," he said quietly. "Niles is reserved," I whispered. "Niles is an ass," he returned and my brows drew together. "You don't know him." "I know men, and I know he's not reserved, he's an ass." I pulled my head together, my hand from his and snapped, "Yes? And how do you know that?" "Because I've seen you naked, I've seen you sweet, I've seen you unsure and I've seen you riled and, seein' all that, I know, you were half a world away from me, I'd fuckin' phone." "Perhaps that's not the kind of relationship Niles and I have," I suggested snottily, but his words hit me somewhere deep, somewhere I didn't know I had. "You on a timeout?" "What?" "If you told me you needed a timeout, first, I wouldn't fuckin' let you have one, second, I wouldn't give you reason to fuckin' want one, last, you took off anyway, I'd fuckin' phone. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#men

Men always want what they can’t have, or what other men want. It’s a scientific fact. ↗

— Gina L. Maxwell

#gina-l-maxwell #seducing-cinderella #love

The laughter of the world is merely loneliness pathetically trying to reassure itself. ↗

— Neal A. Maxwell

#latter-day-saints #lds #maxwell #mormon #neal