What I cannot love I overlook.
Famous Quotes about dreams
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent But I was too young to know how to love her...
If love be rough with you be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
When she opened her eyes she was both in her body and watching it nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby sweater. There was a slight stoop to his posture and his shoulders were spattered darkly with rain. It was his fingers that Blue felt on her face. He touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tears coursed down the other Blues face. Though some strange magic Blue could feel them on her face as well. She could feel too sick rising misery shed felt in the churchyard the grief that felt bigger than her. The other Blues tears seemed endless. One drop slid after another each following an identical path down her cheeks.The boy in the Aglionby sweater leaned his forehead against Blues. She felt the pressure of his skin against hers and suddenly she could smell mint. Itll be okay. Gansey told the other Blue. She could tell that he was afraid. Itll be okay.Impossibly Blue realized that this other Blue was crying because she loved Gansey. And that the reason Gansey touched her like that his fingers so careful with her was because he knew that her kiss could kill him. She could feel how badly the other Blue wanted to kiss him even as she dreaded it. Though she couldnt understand why her real present day memories in the tree cavity were clouded with other false memories of their lips nearly touching a life this other Blue had already lived.Okay Im ready- Ganseys voice caught just a little. Blue kiss me.
I never understood how men could remember all those details about sports but yet were incapable of remembering where they set their car keys or wallet.
I believe that love--not imitation--is the sincerest form of flattery. Your imitator thinks that you can be duplicated your lover knows you cant.
I love you I whisper. I love you exactly as you are.
I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocentlybut all parts of the body must be ready for the other all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.
To return to love to get the love we always wanted but never had to have the love we want but are not prepared to give we seek romantic relationships. We believe these relationships more than any other will rescue and redeem us. True love does have the power to redeem but only if we are ready for redemption. Love saves us only if we want to be saved.
She had two lips like strawberries and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.