She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard.
I see a broken shell and I remind myself that something might have needed setting free. See, broken things always have a story, don't they?
Love is very real and it's dangerous. People do crazy things in the name of love. Bad things. Love is powerful and shouldn't be played with.
God, no. I don’t want to tame her, I want to watch her. I just want to watch her be herself – it turns me on like nothing else.
What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.
Somebody said once or wrote, once: 'We're all of us children in a vast kindergarten trying to spell God's name with the wrong alphabet blocks!
An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn't explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense.
I believe that love is better than hate. And that there is more nobility in building a chicken coop than in destroying a cathedral.
To lose everything is not the worst can happen." "It's starting again, from nothing, with nothing," Otah said. "Is exactly this," Maj agreed, then a moment later. "Starting again, and doing better.
We must be careful with our words – we’re like superheroes and words are like our super powers. Super powers should always be used to help others…
Could it possibly be that he yearned for some of the same things she yearned for? Love. Someone to call your own. Someone to share the joys and the sorrows of life.
Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?
August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.
That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!
Pushing the boundaries of my golden cage, searching for new ways of expression and freedom, unveiling the ambiguities between music and art, friendship and love—that was my summer of 1979.
It was a strange, wonderful feeling. To discover eyes upon you when you expected no one to notice you at all.
Laughter feels like our flotation device -- it won't pull us out of the storm, but it might carry us through, if we can just hang on.
You got here in the nick of time," Johnny said, grinning insolently at him. "I was just about to start ripping off her clothes.
How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
I accept the hard reality that I maybe might possibly be just the slightest tiniest littlest bit kinda sorta interested in him.
I really don't even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.
