Romance Quote by S.G. Blaise — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Callum holds me tightly as we submerge under the water. Thin lines of air bubbles escape from his nose and mouth. He struggles to get back to the surface but to no avail—his heavy uniform and black boots weren’t meant for swimming.”

“A myriad of small red violet-colored animals, like rabbits, burst out of the trees, surrounding the guardian god. Their long bushy tails, with specks of black among the silver hairs, remind me of the squirrels of my home world, Uhna. Their two-inch-long dark brown pedicles remind me of the female reindeer from Arrov’s home world, A’ice. But I’ve never seen rabbits that have green flower stalks with tiny white flowers entwined around their furry bodies, while A’nima magic clings to them.”

“Some Marauders do do that, but not the smart ones.” Ivy giggles. “I said, doo-doo.”

“Is that blood around Fearghas’s mouth?”

“Son, I hope your fur doesn’t stink when it rains.”

“I didn’t realize there were so many Brainiacs,” Ivy whispers.”

“Al margen del paréntesis en el pulso constante que manteníamos desde que nos habíamos conocido, yo creía seguir teniendo claro lo que me convenía. Hubiera firmado en ese mismo instante por una aventura de una noche con algún tipo guapo y amable, algo que devolviera mi corazón a la vida, que me mostrara que los para siempre no existen pero los aquí y ahora no están tan mal. Porque seguir esperando el amor perfecto me resultaba pueril y ya había descubierto que la ingenuidad solo se traduce en dolor y heridas que nunca terminan de cicatrizar.”

“Suddenly he caught his reflection in the mirror behind her. His face was twisted into a dark scowl, and he was standing there naked, with a boner, and another man’s business card in his hand.”

“She loved him. But he didn’t know how to love.”

“Well, in the meantime, Carter and I have been discussing the matter of Ryan." This time it wasn't the clang of a pan I heard, but instead a messy smack--the contact of Carter's backhand with Dean's head, I presumed. "Just hear me out. You have options. I have an Italian uncle. He'll make sure Ryan is sleeping with the fishes by next week.”

“The difference between a friendship and a romance is illustrated in the image of a long-stemmed rose.  The stem is the friendship, the blossom is the romance.  Because the ego is sensation-oriented, our focus automatically goes to the blossom, but all the nourishment which the blossom needs in order to live reaches it through the stem.  The stem might look boring in comparison, but if you take the blossom off the stem, it will not last for long.”