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“What are you looking at?" Jordan demanded finally, watching
her.

"A dragon." When he looked bewildered she lifted her arm and pointed to the sky in the southeast. "Right there鈥攖hat cloud鈥攚hat do you see when you look at it?"

"A fat cloud."

Alexandra rolled her eyes at him. "What else do you see?"

He was quiet for a moment studying the sky. "Five more fat clouds
and three thin ones.”
― Judith McNaught, Something Wonderful

“Biting her lip to stop her chin from quivering, Alexandra raised her eyes to his. "I think," she whispered, trying to smile, "I shall wear the ruby on Queen's Race day, so that when I tie my ribbon on your sleeve鈥�"

With a groan, Jordan pulled her into his arms.

"Now that you've said all those other things," she whispered when he finally lifted his lips from hers several minutes later, "do you think you could possibly say 'I love you'? I've been waiting to hear that since you began and鈥�"

"I love you," he said fiercely. "I love you," he whispered softly, burying his face in her hair. "I love you," he groaned, kissing her lips. "I love you, I love you, I love you鈥�”
― Judith McNaught, Something Wonderful

“My last conscious thought was of my biggest mistake- not the boy beside me, but the one i could never have.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Deity

“Yours is... il sent comme lavande."
Is that French for 'You stink'?"
It means 'lavender'."
Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.”
― Lynn Viehl, If Angels Burn

“And no man, not even Cyprien, could chase a girl with his pants down.”
― Lynn Viehl, If Angels Burn

“Never let your memories be greater than your dreams.”
― Teresa TutenAuthor

“芦聽Eine Liebe, die die Sonne bewegt und Sterne versetzt聽禄 -Ein missverstandener Dante- (芦聽A love that moves the sun and alters the stars聽禄 -A misunderstood Dante)

I read 芦聽un amor che moverse il sole et altre stelle聽禄”
― Alexandra Ineichen

“For very long periods I am really patient, and then out breaks my bad temper. It is not so difficult to bear great trials, but these little buzzing mosquitos are so trying.”
― Robert Alexander, The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar