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Mmm.” The vibration in his chest pressed against her back shot sparks of hot lust through her. “I love you this way.” He guided his erection to nudge her entrance. “I love you every way.” Katya smiled and pushed back against him. “I love you, too. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#katya #the-warrior-s-gift #turan #love

Whatever evil might come upon us, because we all came about out of love and care and the Bible and Mother Goose. What can stand against that? ↗

— Richard Kennedy

#mother-goose #love

In psychoanalytical theory there is a phenomenon called transference. The therapist becomes a blank screen, onto which the patient projects some incident or feeling that began in childhood... it would not be a far reach for someone to look at my feelings for Jess and assume that, in the context of our relationship as tutor and pupil, I am not in love. I'm just in transference. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#psychoanalysis #therapist #transference #love

Be Hard On a Woman Only When Making Love to Her ↗

— Sharon Esther Lampert

#love

Whip," Walter echoed. "So there's an iPhone app for fighting zombies. Interesting. ↗

— Amelia Beamer

#zombies #love

So what, I lied, I lied to me too. So what, I lied, I lied to me too. Hold out for the ones you know will love you. Hide out from the ones you know will love you. You, you too.Dark you can't come soon enough for me. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#sara-quin #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #the-con #love

My thoughts are wing'd with hopes, My hopes with love. Thoughts, hopes and love return to me no more, Until Cynthia shine as she hath done before. ↗

— Eve Edwards

#hope #love #the-rogue-s-princess #thoughts #love

True love was beyond the bars, but a facsimile of it came with no suffering at all. ↗

— D. Morgenstern

#broken-heart #love #the-golden-bridle #love

The seasons are colliding together, storms are destroying lives, and love is a dangerous curse. -The Vangeretta Curse ↗

— Christina Mobley

#quote #the-vangeretta-curse #ya #love

Joshie has always told Post Human Services Staff to keep a diary, to remember who we were because every moment, our brains and synapses are being rebuilt and rewired with maddening disregard for our personalities, so that each year, each month, each day, we transfer into a different person, an utterly unfaithful iteration of our original selves, of the drooling kid in the sandbox. But not me. I am still a facsimile of my early childhood. I am still looking for a loving dad to lift me up and brush the sand off my ass and to hear English, calm and hurtless, fall off his lips. ↗

— Gary Shteyngart

#dad #diary #father #love #personality