#v

Ronan was normally a shy guy with the nerdy classes and was never a hit with the babes and thought he was been offered it on a plate. He had died and gone to heaven, been in the limelight was all good. This stout was great stuff it totally relaxed him and made him cool and the babes loved it. Who would have guessed it Ronan was a sex machine? He wriggled his hips and enjoyed the moment oblivious to Katie’s glares and killer looks from the edge of the dance floor. Katie stood with a raised complexion with her hands folded across her chest and tapped her heels in irritation. It did her no good, nobody noticed”. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#annette-j-dunlea #irish-writer #love

Know that in this world there's somebody who will always love you. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#love

Power loves not the light of day, nor the attention of curious eyes. In darkness it thrives most...A lord may send his army hither and thither, but the true testing of his power is in those places where his army is not...Has he sent its long fingers far enough through the backstreets and alleys, into the drinking dens and the lending-houses, so that he may gather them unto himself and hold them firm without a single swordsman? ↗

— Brian Ruckley

#power #war #love

i love the book called the princess plot and its a good book because its about how its mysterys from other peeps... ↗

— Kristen Boie

#love

Neşe ile ızdırapla, Düşünce ile dolu iken, Tükenmez ezalar içinde, Ümitler, tereddütler geçirirken Kederler içinde yoğurulurken Mesut olan, Ancak seven ruhtur. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#love

He might have told Homer, then, that he loved him very much and that he needed something very active to occupy himself at this moment of Homer's departure. ↗

— John Irving

#love

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Was she on some sort of Candid Camera version of This is Your Sucky Love Life? ↗

— Nicki Elson

#love #romance #sarcasm #love

We are who we have been. We must keep this in mind to become who we would like to be. ↗

— Destin Bays

#true-love-in-time #love

Every science has a beginning but no end. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#love-and-other-stories #short-stories #love

Ramrod felt a great sadness building up, deep within. There were no words to express his feeling of loss. The sorrow rose up from the pit of his stomach and caught in his throat. He had a strangled ejaculation buried deep down in his soul. Yes, Ramrod missed his wife very, very much. He missed the warmth of her breasts pressed up against him in the night. He even missed her cold feet. And he especially missed her bedtime facial. Yes, it’s true—he missed her eyes, he missed her mouth. He had trouble remembering how she wore her hair the last time he saw her, and he missed that, too. It’s like, where Love was concerned, Ramrod’s aim wasn’t very good. Yes, life was becoming very, very hard on Ramrod. ↗

— Earl Lee

#sexual-humor #love