Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.
…the work of the (Muslim Sufi) dervish community was to open the heart, explore the mystery of union, to fiercely search for and try to say the truth, and to celebrate the glory and difficulty in being in human incarnation.
Her aunt Sol had once told Shai to smile at the worst insults and snap at the minor ones. That way, no man would know your heart.
I promise to keep you happy, safe, and in love - for as long as my heart wakes; and as much as you soul takes.
Although her heart had been dead for years, she clasped her hands over her breast to protect what rested underneath.
He may have stolen my heart or had he taken my soul? I couldn’t be sure but I refused to let him have my pride too.
Werewolf games,' Mercy said solemnly, 'play for keeps, or go home.' She was so cute sometimes it made Adam's heart hurt.
It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart scent that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds shaped like true-love hearts.
Joie," he said with his lips hovering over mine. "What?" I felt my heart flutter. "Shut up," he muttered and then he kissed me.
We will undo whatever that Moroi boy has done to you." "You sure about that, Dad? Because he's done to me.
Is Hopper celebrating with you?” “Hopper? Why would—” My mouth snapped shut for a few moments. “Oh. I, uh, kind of forgot about him.
Damn, you have no idea what I have been through today." "Actually I have a pretty good idea.
Whether it’s simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.
Moroi shied from sunlight, but as I watched the way it illuminated her, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.
Your perception of life is determined by experiences you allow take its abode in your thought pattern
It’s a tricky art, working with them in their purest form,” she mused. “Simultaneously simple yet infinitely complex.” It sounded like my relationship with Adrian.
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.
She'd put her teeth in his heart, long ago, and he'd left the print there, evidence that he wanted her love. That he returned it.
This isn't a reasoned response to a configuration of stars, but the heart cannot flourish on logic alone. Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you don't overdose
...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion...
...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...
