She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire.
Yes, it's worth it. The pain of sorrow is terrible and hard to bear, but the joy of love makes it worthwhile. p123
We never know the quality of someone else's life, though we seldom resist the temptation to assume and pass judgement.
The minute I'm in a little pain ... your rough, tough, scary bad boy image totally falls apart.
Taylor Durham was in a gay man’s heaven, with all those tight bodies swaying back and forth to the music. Grinding together in harmony.
And mortal terror in a female was Z's favorite turn-on. He got off on it like most males favored crap from Victoria's Secret.
There's no shame in fear. But understand this - the coward is ruled by fear, while the hero rides it like a wild stallion.
Love is both wondrous and yet full of peril. Love is a gateway through which hatred - disguised and unrecognized - can pass.
Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.
I’ll not let the pair of you charge boldly into wolves’ teeth without me alongside
I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.
Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two.
Time oozed away, flowing like lava erupting lazily from a vent, slowly and impossible to stop, covering everything into oblivion under its dark layer of things that were and will never be again.
History knows no scruples and no hesitation. Inert and unnering flows towards her goal. History knows herway. She makes no mistakes.
The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?
Don Quixote could never manage without his patient servant Sancho Panza.
She wasn't to know there was no room for Soren - or any other boy - in my heart. There was only one boy taking up that place. Luca.
Holy men tell us life is a mystery. They embrace that concept happily. But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.
Elena gasped back, "I can touch the ground!" "I can see you touching it!", Bonnie exclaimed with tears of joy.
And to see the white flash of Klaus's eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled. From an empty sky.
Problem was, he couldn’t masturbate his sexual desires away because he’d fry off his cock." Hector
