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“Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry.”
― Kellie Elmore, Jagged Little Pieces

“Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.”
― Markus Zusak, Getting the Girl

“I viewed her as a mystery.
She certainly was one!”
― Pratibha Malav, If Tomorrow Comes

“I was angry at myself for my inclination to vice. I longed for the day when a state of frenzy would lead my mind to sober pasture, just as it had for Saint Augustine. I longed for the day when the love of one woman would be sacred enough to forget all the rest.”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“There is something strangely ecstatic, oddly fascinating and infinitely magnetic about unrequited love.”
― Arshpreet Kaur

“This daemon loves men whose marriage beds have grown cold, so she can set them ablaze.”
― Solange nicole, An Hour of Decadence

“Darn! what a beautiful night!
Heading towards Pandara Road-Gulati Restaurant, with open windows of my baby sedan and this broad chest guy with big brown eyes.
He hums the oldies well and his Issey Miyake is making me lose the grip over my senses.
One more thing is distracting me, he ain't wearing anything inside but a transparent white, V necked, cotton short Kurta.
I can see the hair winking out and his collar bones!!
Not only men get excited by transparent dresses but women as well.
His broad shoulders and chest is my weakness and he knows it.
This man is not doing good to me!
It's a crime to seduce in this way, when you are not touched, when you are distracted by the aroma of his skin, when you know, he is well aware of the intentions..

when you can't do anything except getting seduced by the corner stretching smile of a man with animal instinct..

I certainly am missing myself to be tied up to the bedpost,choked and groaning his name!”
― Himmilicious, The Knot : A Relationship beyond marriage.

“Passò del tempo, forse una ventina di minuti: la tenda restava chiusa. Decisi di andare via. Iniziai a camminare lentamente, tenendo sempre lo sguardo fisso su quella vetrina, quando all’improvviso si aprì la porticina e un uomo ne uscì. Mi fermai di nuovo. Un altro signore sulla cinquantina si era già fermato davanti alla porticina. Non aprì affatto la tenda, ma potei vederla di fianco alla parete che attendeva il suo cliente entrare. Poco prima di richiudere la porta, i nostri sguardi s’incrociarono di nuovo. Lei esitò un istante, guardò dentro, riguardò ancora verso me. La porta si richiuse di nuovo.
Altri giorni andai in quella via. Ogni volta guidato dal pensiero di quella ragazza. Ogni volta con impresso nella mente il suo sguardo triste, mentre un uomo usciva e un altro entrava per cercare amore da lei, che amore non sembrava averne più da dare.”
― Gianluca Frangella, Rosso porpora

“His love with Lucy bled from his heart as he slipped into a dark despairâ€� a melancholy that only she could sever with her chaste voice and tender kisses. Now in an unreachable darkness, a blindness took hold. A blood lust that would drive him mad for five years hence.”
― Solange nicole, Slayers

“It is hard to describe to you but I swear it was a fearsome sight. There were not eyes to speak of, but chasms that saw into its dark depths. A shade of a mouth full with phantom teeth. There seemed to be a skull shifting in and out of form beneath the black. Bound together by an unspeakable evil.”
― Solange nicole, Slayers

“Sulla tavola misi un tovagliolo, una forchetta e il succo di arancia: mentre attendevo si cuocesse
la mia colazione, guardavo fuori dalla finestra. Mi dava piacere. Era come aprire il sipario del palco
scenico di un teatrino. Tiravo la cordicella e la tendina, fatta di finissime cannucce di legno, si
avvolgeva lentamente su se stessa e all’improvviso... lo spettacolo iniziava.”
― Gianluca Frangella, Rosso porpora

“The season of my life has changed and the cold chill of winter blows the warning winds of my soon to be demise.”
― Suzanne Steele, The Cleaner (Born Bratva #4)

“If to a person religion means reading books and obeying every single word from it without the slightest bit of reasoning, then such perception would only bring destruction upon the person and the world. Also there are people who use the words from those books to justify their own filthy actions. Let’s take a conservative Muslim, for example. Say, the conservative Muslim male Homo sapiens (I won’t call such creature a human, regardless of the religion, since his action here shows no sign of humanity) is found to be beating his wife. Now, if someone says to him “this is wrongâ€�, he would naturally reply, “this is a divine thing to do, my book says soâ€�. Now, if a Christian says “my book is older, so you should stop obeying your book and start obeying mineâ€�, there will come the Buddhist, and say, “my book is much older still, obey mineâ€�. Then will come the Jew, and say, “my book is even older, so just follow mineâ€�. And in the end will come the Hindu and say “my books are the oldest of all, obey themâ€�. Therefore referring to books will only make a mess of the human race and tear the species into pieces.”
― Abhijit Naskar, In Search of Divinity: Journey to The Kingdom of Conscience

“There was a moose, standing on the top stair with birds flying around its head, foxes peeking between its legs, rabbits trying to squeeze between hedgehogs and the foxes while trying to tell off the blind bear behind them.”
― Sky Sommers, Enchanted Forests

“Dietro una tenda rosso porpora intravidi la sagoma di una persona dai
lineamenti sensuali, nascosti nel gioco di ombre che la luce creava sulla tendina. Conoscevo bene
quell’ombra. In quella casa abitava Liza, la ragazza che aveva stregato la mia fantasia e che in
segreto amai per molto tempo; tempo che lentamente andava via.”
― Gianluca Frangella, Rosso porpora

“The time groaned by as John made a fool of himself. Eventually, he grew numb to the death and sin around him. He even came to enjoy gallivanting cross-country like a true crusader. His name brought tears of joy or pain of anger to those he left in his wake. The result of his own unresolved pain.”
― Solange nicole, Slayers

“only forever
... and nothing
could last”
― Kimelene Carr

“Taking the wrong fork, I veered onto a curious road where the ground grew increasingly higher, and although my heart warned me to turn back, I didn't, for the curiosities of the mind are much stronger than imagined. During the course of my journey, I noticed trees becoming unwieldy, taking shapes my eyes had not seen. What was this peculiarity that battered my mind with such wonderment? There were no signs, nor directories, not even a guide, but my curiosities did not wind, for too eager was I to turn. So, like a child lost to the night, I walked this lonesome patch of gray until coming across a curve where the forest belt spread like wildfire, and the wild weeds and grasses produced a certain beauty not found in other parts.”
― Marilyn Velez, Tundra: The Darkest Hour