#tempo

You definitely have the voice for phone sex, but I've got to go. I have a date with my vibrator." "Oh, Eva." Cross spoke my name in a decadent purr. "You're determined to drive me to my knees, aren't you? What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B.O.B. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#eva-tramell #gideon-cross #dating

count no man happy until he be dead. ↗

— Solon

#happiness #temporary #death

Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful"- 1834 ↗

— William Morris

#designer #inspiration #beauty

There will be people wishing to see the things you see, but can't. So the things they see physical is temporal, but the things shone spiritually is eternal. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#faith #hope #temporal #faith

Tell me something, princess, if I make a liar out of you…will you forgive me?” Hex James, Hex upon Me ↗

— Beth Mikell

#romance #forgiveness

Her gaze slid up the thick muscles of his arm, imagining her hand doing the same, imagining what it would feel like to explore a body of such raw, masculine energy. No doubt about it, he was man built for battle. Yet she could seein his sharp, dark eyes, and in the glimpses of humor and caring he'd let slip, that there was so much more to him than the fight. ↗

— Melissa Cutler

#contemporary #romance #suspense #imagination

Thirdly, Death is nothing else but a change of a short and temporary for an unalterable and eternal condition. ↗

— John Pearson

#condition #death #else #eternal #nothing

I think it has other roots, has to do, in part, with a general anxiety in contemporary life... nuclear bombs, inequality of possibility and chance, inequality of goods allotted to us, a kind of general racist, unjust attitude that is pervasive. ↗

— Leonard Baskin

#anxiety #attitude #bombs #chance #contemporary

Without freedom of sex; all freedoms are temporary. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#sex #temporary #freedom

I love you, Gideon.” “God.” He looked at me with something that resembled disgust. Whether it was directed at me or himself, I didn’t know. “How can you say that?” “Because it’s the truth.” “You just see this”—he gestured at himself with a wave of his hand. “You’re not seeing the fucked-up, broken mess inside.” I inhaled sharply. “You can say that to me? When you know I’m fucked up and broken, too? ↗

— Sylvia Day

#eva-tramell #gideon-cross #love