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“Comprehension became a distant memory from days of yore when attraction was something he could reign.”
― Kelly Moran, Charmed

“Though I forget things about me all the time, I never forget a thing about you...”
― Danya Krish

“He poked her shoulder. 'Ellie? Ellie?'
'What? Oh, I'm sorry.' Her face colored, even though she knew he couldn't possibly read her thoughts. 'Just woolgathering.'
'Darling, you were practically hugging a sheep.”
― Julia Quinn, Brighter Than the Sun

“To be left alone in thought is
A gift and a curse
Depending on the season, rhyme
Or verse”
― C Churchill, Wildflower Tea: A Journal for Daydreamers

“I would switch on a baseball game and pretend to watch it as I cut the empty space between me and the television set in two, then cut each half in two again, over and over, until I had fashioned a space small enough to hold in my hand.”
― Haruki Murakami

“Life is lived only in this moment.
If I am distracted or lost in thought,
I miss my life.”
― Eric Overby, Legacy

“The problem is that we identify ourselves with the thoughts that pass over like clouds.”
― Eric Overby

“There was a lull. Sammy was staring across the room at George Opdyke, the three-time Pulitzer Prize winner. I was about to say he was lost in thought, but Sammy was never really lost, and he never actually thought, for that implied deep reflection. He was figuring. Miss Goldblum edged her undernourished white hand into his. Sammy played with it absent-mindedly, like a piece of silverware.”
― Budd Schulberg, What Makes Sammy Run?

“And, really, she did like Chandler, too. She did. What woman wouldn’t? He was handsome and successful, a member of one of Nashville’s oldest and most prominent families. But she’d never felt anything more than a friendly sort of affection for him, and even that usually only came about after she’d consumed a good, dry Manhattan. Preferably during a two- for- one happy hour. At any rate, she’d never experienced for Chandler the kind of feeling a woman should have for a man she thought about marrying, that breathless kind of wanting, that aching sort of yearning, that endless, ferocious passion, that insistent, frenzied, needy demand, that hot, sweaty, wanton arousal that made a woman just want to rip off her clothes and wrap her naked body around a man and feed herself to him whole, that...thatâ€� Ah, where was she? Oh, yes. At any rate, she’d never experienced that sort of, um, feeling for Chandler that a woman should have for a man with whom she intended to spend the rest of her life.”
― Elizabeth Bevarly , The Thing About Men