Quotes About Love

Cammie: I never knew there were this many stars. Zach: I can't see them. I just see you.

I'm your girlfriend? - "No." Alexei shakes his head, then pulls me to him again, holds me closer. "There's not a word in either of our language for what you are to me".

I don't care if we lose the company, miss. But I would care a great deal if we lost the boy.

Hale, I..." But Hale was still moving, shrinking the distance between them. He seemed impossibly close as he whispered, "And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you.

The man is strong. He's huge. But Alexei has something to fight for. And i realise with a start that the something is me. - Grace

Mad Dog." Logan cupped her cheeks with his big, warm hands, made her look up into his eyes. "You're my girl," he said, and then he kissed her, right there in front of their school and his Secret Service detail - right in front of the world. So she kissed him back again. And again. And again. Until he pulled back and looked into her eyes. "If anything goes wrong in there, I'll save you." She took his hand. "Not if I save you first.

You didn't steal me," he whispered, his face so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. "You rescued me." "Like Rapunzel?" she teased, and he kissed her again. And again. And again.

And then his arms were around me. When he kissed me it was hungrier somehow, as if this moment was all we had, and we had to taste it, drink it, savor it, and not waste a single drop.

Right now your only job is to breathe and feel and…look up." Kat pulled back just enough to see the mistletoe that hung above them. "You planned that." "Me?" He gasped. "Never." Then Hale's lips were on hers and his arms were around her and there were no eggs and no thieves and no lies between them.

But even the Gallagher Academy hadn't figured out a way to help us protect our hearts.

Hey," I said. How are you?" Liz moved from the end of my bed and Zach eased closer, carefully like I was still too fragile. "I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be asking you that." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Remind me to kill you later for going off like that." "It hurts when I laugh," I told him. "Good. Because I'm not joking.

Dads sometimes look at daughters like they're more precious than all the diamonds in England. I remembered that—once upon a time—someone had looked like that at me.

I know there are other couples around us, but they feel like distant blurs. Only Alexei is solid and sure. Between my tight dress and aching feet and swirling head, he may be the only thing keeping me steady.

Do you hear the music, Mum?" "No, sweetheart. No, I don't hear it." She shook her head. Terror and tears filled her eyes. The wind felt cold, washing over me. "Neither do I.

Even at the Gallagher Academy, they don't teach you to break somebody's heart.

You know Macey McHenry. And you love her—there's someone you love in there. Well"—Kat drew a breath—"you're not the only one.

The worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.

All grown up and breaking hearts…" She raised her eyebrows. "And rules.

death is the only thing that could have kept him from you

But when Mr. Stein sipped his hot coffee and watched Kat drink hers, he smiled the way he might if he saw a replica of his favorite childhood toy in a shop window—happy that something he loved wasn't entirely gone from the world.

Ä°nsanlar Las Vegas'a pek çok sebeple gelirdi. Baz?lar? zengin olmak istediÄŸi için, baz?lar? ise evlenmek istediÄŸi için. Baz?lar? kaybolmak, baz?lar? bulunmak isterdi. Baz?lar? oraya koÅŸarak giderdi. Baz?lar?ysa oradan kaçard?. Las Vegas Kat'e daima insanlar?n hiçbir ÅŸey vermeden bir ÅŸeyler almay? umduklar? koca bir h?rs?zlar ÅŸehri gibi gelmiÅŸti. (syf. 55)

Zach!" I didn't care that I was yelling. I ran to him. He propped himself up on one elboe and gave me a sleepy smile. "You work me," he said. "You're not supposed to be in thid part of the school," I said. He took my hand, held it against his chest, and said, "Spy.

So, either they love pasta or are a family of axe murderers?" I quipped.

Cassia. I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It's the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it's like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle. I love you. (Ky Markham)