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“I have something I need to get off my chest.��
“What’s that?��
“This.�� He closed his mouth over hers.”
― Kelly Moran, Give Up the Ghost

“He slid the photo out and raised it. The sun washed out any distinguishable characteristics. All except her eyes. He didn’t need a picture to remember those. As turquoise as the waters near Cozumel, and just as warm.”
― Kelly Moran, Return to Me

“Be not wishing and pining but thankfully content.  For it is a short bridge between wanting and regret."

- from "Dimpellumpzki”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

“She broke my heart over and over, day after day, but I love her.”
― Kelly Moran, Summer's Road

“The way a love letter longs to be read
I long for you.
The way the poor Kane longs for his sled
I long for you.

The way the moon longs for the dark of night
I long for you.
The way a nestling bird longs for flight
I long for you.

I am blessed
and I am cursed.
I have waited for so long.
I need you to come to me.
And remind me
of who I was once.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“They send word on the wing of a bird but faces are my currency, and till i'm paid in full, they may as well send nothing.”
― K. Ancrum, The Wicker King

“Soon," he said in his letter. They said "soon" to each other often, and "soon" gave their plan the weight of something real.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

“Ree is his. Is his, is devoted to him, is aggravatingly tender and possessively passionate and wrapped up in him in a thousand ways, loves him in a way that is very useful. It seems a law of nature, at this point. Even if the events of this startling evening have served to give him pause, a little. But Ree is still his. He's fairly sure. Such complex knots can't be untied so quickly, can they?

Still, it's not the only thing disturbing him, about the Dam's account of early events. She laughs when she sees his face, his sidewise look at her description, and there's definitely a mean note to it. “Oh, it was darling,�� she says, and he gets the feeling of a caged animal stuck behind bars, while a cruel child pokes at it. “You were enchanted by his wolf, would follow it anywhere, welcome or not, though mostly he tolerated it. But you couldn't manage his name �� and a nickname hadn't stuck at that point �� so instead you imitated the sound he made. Rather insultingly, too, if not intentionally �� Ruff. Or Woof, or whatever it was that you intended to say, except that it actually came out as Wuff. Or Wuffy, depending, and at varying pitches and volume as you ran after him, falling down and rolling about half the time.��

Penn is transfixed. It's outrageous, it's an outrage. It can't possibly be true. It was nothing like that.”
― Alex Ankarr, Wolf Runaway

“Life is too short to spend your time pining for someone who isn't here.”
― Carole Matthews, It's Now or Never

“She is the pining of my heart!”
― Avijeet Das

“The truth is, I don't know how to talk to Sam. When he first arrived here, I was too starstruck to relax around him, and as the summer went on, I censored myself more than I would like to admit, always trying to say the right thing to get him to notice me, avoiding anything that would make him shut down.”
― Jamie Raintree, Midnight at the Wandering Vineyard