My love may be invisible, but that doesn’t mean you can’t taste it. (It tastes like a sonic boom, only not as bitter).
I’ve often been told I fight like a girl, probably because from the moment I whip off my bra, my opponent knows I mean business.
Some men want to go out with a bang. Personally, I'd rather not die from sex. I mean, what will my wife think when the police tell her?
I make love like a half an hour minus 27 minutes. If you’re as bad in bed as I am in math, that’s roughly four minutes. And I do mean rough.
The thing is, I mean, there’s times when you look at the universe and you think, “What about me?” and you can just hear the universe replying, “Well, what about you?”
This is [her] soul group.’ What do you mean?’ It’s a group of souls with whom she resonates closely.
Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go to in some way other than just getting older.
To desire to change one’s past means there is a desire to change oneself. To desire to change oneself, one must learn to change.
Alex chuckled and whispered in her ear. “I’m feeling huge . . . I mean I have this huge desire . . . Crap, you feel good tonight. And you smell so good.
just because you refuse to acknowledge something, refuse to look at it or think about it, doesn’t mean it’s not there, that it doesn’t affect you and the choices you make in your life.
Where's Kahn?" "In bed. You don't mind if I pet your little pink kitty? Do you?" I chuckled, "You mean my HOT DIGGITY DOG.
It can't be anyone but you I understand the reason now Like an angel gently descending, You taught me the meaning of living on earth Whispering,"I want you to protect me," You supported my heart
I think that knowledge enslaves us, that at the base of all knowledge there is a servility, the acceptation of a way of life wherein each moment has meaning only in relation to another or others that will follow it.
Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking its passage for some reason.
And she never could remember; and ever since that day what Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the Magician's Book.
I see,” acknowledged Axel. “But it’s not really your hunting trophy anyway, is it? I mean one that you collected yourself... Unless it died of old age, that is, right at your feet.
I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.
I mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that.
He has never told anyone this story. He doesn't mind talking to Richard, to Rafe about his past--within reason--but he doesn't mean to give away pieces of himself.
And whatever anyone thinks or says, England didn't win this war. And Germany wouldn't have won it, either." "What do you mean?" "War wins." He says. "And it keeps winning, over and over again.
Love means the world to me. But so does a globe.
