Relationships
1 likes
Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.
Tag
A collection of quotations filed under love.
Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.
He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.
Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.
You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.
Because...because...she came here with me.
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
You have a... remarkable memory.""I remember everything about you. You're the one who wasn't paying attention.
Star-crossed lovers desperate to get home together. Two hearts beating as one. Romance.
I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.
Not like this. He wanted it to be real.
I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.
She knew with painful certainty that the opposite of love was not hate, but indifference.
It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.
Love is being honest with yourself at all timesbeing honest with the other person at all timestelling, listening, respecting the truthand never pretendingLove is the source of reality
When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.
None of us can choose where we shall love...