I love my lawyer. I have to say that of course!
I love men and I like to get their attention.
I love pedicures. And, yes, I have a ton of shoes.
I have one weakness: I love meat loaf.
My Vocation is my Vacation. I love what I do.
I listen to NPR a lot. I love that.
I love standup and I haven't given it up.
I listen to everything. I love The Chemical Brothers.
I hate publicists and publicity. But I love the people.
I hate trends, but I love fashion.
I love what I do.
I like musicals and I love music.
I love Italy and I say I am from Italy wherever I go.
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way ...
I am still drunk that you were here, and you were mine. And once again I stretch my hand out for that wine; As your drunk eyes could not bestir themselves, I too Can’t move; as you love wine, I love the wine that’s you;
What I love about New York: the faster and more recklessly my cab driver drives the safer and all around better I feel.
Being in love is…anxious,” he said. “Wanting to please, worrying that she will see me as I really am. But wanting to be known. That is…you’re naked, moaning in the dark, no dignity at all…I wanted her to see me and to love me even though ...
I had a dream about you. No words were exchanged, but we spoke with our eyes. My eyes said, “I love you,” while your eyes told me, “I’m asleep.” You always were more romantic than me.
Touchstone watched, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together. I am not afraid, he said to himself. "I...
While I was drying off Maddie after her bath tonight, she said, 'I love you' to me for the first time. It sounded like 'All lub boo,' but I didn't care. To reciprocate, I showed her what an ex-Marine looks like when he cries.
I love you, Tyler. I always have and always will. I can’t let you go because you’re the only person who can breathe oxygen into my lungs, blood to my beating heart, thoughts into my brain. I live only for you, Tyler. Can’t you see that? You wer...
