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“There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.”
― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

“The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.”
― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

“She could understand suddenly why people talked about passion as fire: She felt as if they had caught aflame and were burning like the dry Malibu hills, about to become ashes that would mix together forever.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“What'd he said in the car--he'd meant it. His gaze had been level and direct as he'd spoken. It had been *Julian* talking, her Jules, the one who lived in her bones and her brain and at the base of her spine, the one who was threaded all through her like veins or nerves.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine seat and support; and whenever the May breeze blew, the pink blossoms tumbled down like snow, coming to rest in their hair and on their skirts. The afternoon sunlight dappled green and silver and gold through the leaves in the apple orchard.”
― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

“He gripped her so tightly she could barely breathe. Then he let go. He did it as if he was forcing himself, as if he were starving and he was putting aside the last piece of food he had. But he did it.”
― Cassandra Clare

“I wish I was as true an artist as you so that I could find a way to tell you what you’ve become to me. America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion.
You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that's all it would manage to do.
You said that to get things right one of us would have to take a leap of faith. I think I've discovered the canyon that must be leaped, and I hope to find you waiting for me on the other side.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself.”
― Robyn Schneider, The Beginning of Everything

“All I want is pretty hair, books to read and a house by the sea.”
― Kristina Taylor, Floral Moans

“What makes you Vivian.' I liked the way he said my name, all throaty on the V's, all stretched to its rightful three syllables.”
― Beatriz Williams, The Secret Life of Violet Grant

“I'd somehow always expected love to be primarily a mental state, so I still felt unaccustomed to the physical manifestation of my feelings for her: the way my stomach would grow tight, the way my chest would press in, my heart pounding blood hard and fast through my arteries.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Player

“We had not mentioned love, but my every nerve ending throbbed with it, and I carried it in a cloud around me, like sea mist.”
― Jojo Moyes, Silver Bay

“Except for a daily visit with the other doctors on our morning rounds, I hadn't seen or spoken to him. But that didn't mean I didn't miss him like the winter earth missed the sun.”
― Beatriz Williams, The Forgotten Room

“This was what she couldn't get enough of, not if she lived forever: Harry on her skin, Harry's grateful kisses on her neck, Harry and Olive, teeming and sated, brimming over with each other, as if this house and this world had been built by God's hands for their love alone.”
― Beatriz Williams, The Forgotten Room

“(He remembered resting against her afterward, listening to the beat of her heart, taking her breath into his lungs, and thinking that he was the luckiest man in the world, that you couldn't connect with a human being any more perfectly than that. And sure enough, he'd been right.)”
― Beatriz Williams, The Forgotten Room

“A faint sheen of perspiration made Simone's face glow, and every part of him felt warm and alive. I want you, he thought. God, I want you. He used his free hand to cup the side of her face. Her skin was so soft...so dewy and creamy and perfect. He wanted to touch every inch of her. He wanted to lick the salt sheen from her breasts and her belly and her legs. He wanted to taste the deep places.”
― Abigail Strom, Nothing Like Love

“She soaked her feet in salt and stared up at the stars and wondered whether drowning would hurt.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, The Starlit Wood

“He had wrought them up to a pitch of dangerous passion, and they were ripe for any violence to which he urged them. If he had failed with the windmill, at least he was now master of the wind.”
― Rafael Sabatini, Scaramouche

“A morbid longing for the picturesqe at all costs”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“I can't bring myself to open my eyes. I am an ember, glowing from the inside out. The dark and silent room keeps everything else at bay, every sensation, except the two of us, Nick and Lily, who have just made love.”
― Beatriz Williams, A Hundred Summers

“I was hazy with wine, hazy with Nick. I nestled into my seat and marveled at his endlessness, only inches away, his infinite capacity to shelter me.”
― Beatriz Williams, A Hundred Summers

“There was scrutiny is Lincoln's eyes as he looked at me. He was studying me. Eyeing me up and down. Taking in my hair, my mouth, my eyes. His gaze fell on the ring pierced through my nose. He stopped at the small leftover drawings illustrated on my wrists from yesterday's English class doodlings--reading me like I was a book that had been on a shelf so long dust embossed the title on the spine. He read me as though he was the first to crack open that cover in over a decade. I felt him blowing off the pages.”
― Megan Squires, Love Like Crazy

“Vati, Vati, I miss you so. She didn't say it aloud, but her throat vibrated with the words.”
― Beatriz Williams, The Forgotten Room

“The mirthroot wrapped soft, sweet arms around his mind and dragged him into its shimmering pool.
Ruhn let himself drown in it, too mellow to do anything but let the music wash over him, his body sinking into the mattress, until he was falling through shadows and starlight. The strings of the song hovered overhead, golden threads that glittered with sound. Was he still moving his body? His eyelids were too heavy to lift to check.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood

“...they all talked to each other like they were sparring partners. Pretty words masking sharp-edged insults.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“LINDA [with infinite patience]”
― Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman