#sing

His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly. ↗

— Heather Anastasiu

#falling-in-love #feeling-infinite #in-love #kiss #kissing

I'm afraid that's inappropriate behavior for the schoolyard," Xavier teased. "I know my charm is hard to resist, but please tray and control yourself. ↗

— Alexandra Adornetto

#teasing #humor

A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note," he said, "but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor. ↗

— Anne Rice

#humor #lestat #logic #luxury #meaning

I want to see the front of you.” “That’s what all the girls say.” “Do you expect me to roll you over? ’Cuz I will.” “Your mate’s not going to like this.” “As if that’s going to bother you?” “True. It actually makes it worth the effort.” With a groan, he shoved his palms into the shimmering silver pool of blood beneath him, and flopped over like the side of beef he was. “Wow,” she breathed. “I know, right? Hung like a horse.” “If you’re really nice—and you live through this—I’ll promise not to tell V.” “About my size.” She laughed a little. “No, that you assumed I’d look at you in any fashion other than professionally. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#flirting #humor #lassiter #physical-perfection #teasing

There is some relationship between the hunger for truth and the search for the right words. This struggle may be ultimately indefinable and even undecidable, but one damn well knows it when one sees it. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#language #literary-criticism #literature #truth #literary-criticism

Writers often torture themselves trying to get the words right. Sometimes you must lower your expectations and just finish it. ↗

— Don Roff

#finishing #revising #tips #tips-on-writing #torture

There are those of us who learn to live completely in the moment. For such people the Past vanishes and the future loses meaning. There is only the Present, which means that two of the three Aalim are surplus to requirements. And then there are those of us who are trapped in yesterdays, in the memory of a lost love, or a childhood home, or a dreadful crime. And some people live only for a better tomorrow; for them the past ceases to exist ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#time #time-passing #home

Just seeing her again, even from a distance, reminds meof why I crave to be around her so much. It’s only been a few days, but since the moment I met her, no matter where I am, I’m constantly wondering about her. My attention is constantly homed in on her like I’m a compass and she’s my North. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dean-holder #losing-hope #sky-davis #home

Yes. Reyn is our resident horse master. He has an excellent seat." I grinned. "I've noticed." Reyn's face tightened and Nell flushed, looking embarrassed. "It's an equestrian term." "Really? I thought you were talking about his ass. ↗

— Cate Tiernan

#sarcasm #teasing #witty #humor

La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes which began to open up beyond her, and that I went along outside as if I saw a different concept of the world, the dizzy pilot of a black prow which cut the water of time and negated it. ↗

— Julio Cortázar

#kissing #love #sex #love