Love Via Quotes & Sayings

Make love to me, Syn." Furi turned slightly and Syn captured his mouth in a passionate kiss. He didn't release Furi's mouth as he withdrew to the head of his dick and slowly slid back in, snapping his hips with the last inch. Furi's back bowed at the move. "Yes! Like that!" he shouted. Syn repeated it exactly how Furi liked it, keeping the pace slow and tight. The gentle waves that rocked the boat aided Syn's rhythm. Furi began to thrust his ass back against him and Syn's eyes rolled. "I'm gonna fuckin' come," Syn groaned, his voice sounding tortured, like Furi was killing him softly. "I need to see you." Syn pulled out slowly, gripping the base of his cock. He rose up so Furi could turn over. The look on Furi's face was his undoing. So much love and adoration shone back at him, reflecting his own feelings like a mirror. Furi spread his legs and Syn took one thigh and pulled it up high, wrapping it around his back. He locked eyes with his lover and buried back inside. "Unh. — A.E. Via

The underlying melody via every rock, plant, animal, sky and star, inside the water, from the dirt, through the light: only love lasts. — Melina Sempill Watts

The best way to avoid being confused about Bruce Jenner is get your head out of his bedroom and closet, and then think about all of the things you've been hiding and been miserable about. So what he made his announcement via media. Books, music, movies, business launches are announced in the same manner. Just focus on the feeling of finally disclosing something that enables you to be free and to live as authentically as possible. And then imagine what it's like to own your truth, tell it your way, thus taking away anyone else's ability to spin it their way or use it against you. If you can do any of the above, you will no longer be confused. — Robin Caldwell

Oh my fucking god. You are the sexiest thing in the world. Looking at you like this. Offering yourself to me. Jesus Christ. Thank for trusting me. I love you so much." Day panted out his gratitude while pushing his finger all the way in, simultaneously stroking his own cock. He couldn't help it. His cock was dark red and angry, needing release now. God — A.E. Via

I'm so in love with you. You were perfect last night." "I love you back, babe." Day tilted his head back and thrust into him. God slid down and grabbed both of Day's ass cheeks and massaged them while moaning in his ear. "Hell! — A.E. Via

told you I wanted this pretty cock in my mouth. Did you think I was joking?" Green didn't wait for a response. He closed those delectable lips over his cock head and took him into his mouth, going down halfway before pressing his tongue flat against the underside of his shaft and dragging it back up slowly. Ruxs' back arched, his head pressing back into the pillow. Instinctively one of his hands weaved through Green's hair, the other ghosting over his nipple. "I fuckin' love it when you do that. It looks so pornographic. Pinch 'em harder," Green whispered. "I'll come too fast," Ruxs said back, his own voice rough from sleep. "So what? I'm gonna make you come all day. You really have no idea what you've just started." Green went back down and worked his cock like a professional. Slurping and sucking, quick then slow, then fast again. "Oh — A.E. Via

Ruxs' sweaty forehead was pressed against the side of his face, and that sensual bass-filled voice groaned in his ear over and over. "Love you, Chris. I love you. I love you." Ruxs — A.E. Via

I love you Austin, and I'm not gonna stop begging until you tell me you love me too." Michaels — A.E. Via

I love the notification system on Google+. If someone mentions you, you get notified via Gmail. That's very useful for someone like me. — Guy Kawasaki

Curtis looked up into those sparkling green eyes, full of life, full of kindness, full of potential love, with just a hint of mischief. But that was going to make going out with Genesis so much fun. Curtis needed a lot more of that in his life. It'd been lacking for many years. He had his family now and hopefully a new man. He knew Genesis would be the perfect Southern gentleman until he turned eighteen, but that was okay. It was more than okay. He may be a superstar athlete, but he was raised by a good Christian mom who'd taught her sons well. Curtis was going to do everything he could to be a good match for Genesis Godfrey. "You're — A.E. Via

Giovanni had awakened an itch, had released a gnaw in me. I realized it one afternoon, when I was taking him to work via the Boulevard Montparnasse. We had bought a kilo of cherries and we were eating them as we walked along. We were both insufferably childish and high-spirited that afternoon and the spectacle we presented, two grown men jostling each other on the wide sidewalk and aiming the cherry pits, as though they were spitballs, into each other's faces, must have been outrageous. And I realized that such childishness was fantastic at my age and the happiness out of which it sprang yet more so; for that moment I really loved Giovanni, who had never seemed more beautiful than he was that afternoon. — James Baldwin

Having blown up my own long-term marriage via an extramarital affair, followed by a traumatic divorce, I tend to think of love as less a gently glowing hearth than a set of flaming train tracks you strap yourself onto. — Sandra Tsing Loh

Everyone goes through a period of Traviamento - when we take, say, a different turn in life, the other via. Dante himself did. Some recover, some pretend to recover, some never come back, some chicken out before even starting, and some, for fear of taking any turns, find themselves leading the wrong life all life long. — Andre Aciman

Often people meet other people by chatting via computer. They get to talking, seem to have a lot in common, even fall in love without ever meeting each other in person." The farmer was staring at him. "That's the craziest thing I ever heard."
"Unfortunately, often the person on the other end of the chat isn't telling the truth about themselves. Jenna could have been lured by one of these people. They call it catfishing. — B. J. Daniels

Day's thoughts were interrupted when Detective Johnson strolled into the conference room and announced proudly, "Detective Day, you are going to love me, handsome."

"Oh yeah, you finally got me that date with Channing Tatum?" Day quipped.

Day heard God huff with annoyance, not bothering to turn around and face them. — A.E. Via

Love. He said he loved me. "Love," Furi whispered to himself. He didn't know if it had been a slip-up, like someone said they love pie. Or if he really meant love and freaked because he didn't want it out yet. Kind of like Furi. He felt it was too soon to say the words. But Furi would give Syn some time and then he'd tell the man it was okay, because he loved him right back. He didn't care about a goddamn timetable. — A.E. Via

You will see the effects of dark secrets making themselves known
via their minds and bodies and via the stories your friends ... will begin telling you ... The only payback for all of this
for the conversion of their once-young hearts into tar
will be that you will love your friends more, even though they have made you see the universe as an emptier and scarier place ... — Douglas Coupland

Never Knew Love Like This Before' Syn's — A.E. Via

My greatest struggle is to coexist while watching the people I love choose less than life-supporting paths via drugs, alcohol, or poor lifestyle decisions. There is so much to life; my heart breaks watching someone held captive by addiction. — Mike Love

Isn't it funny how we all will end up? Best friends today, communicating via internet tomorrow. Crush today, dancing at their weddings tomorrow. — Manasa Rao

Furi wiped his mouth, realizing Doug was staring at him. "What?" "I asked Cel to marry me," Doug said around a wide smile. "Holy shit!" Furi barked. "Yeah, man. I fucking love her to death." Doug laughed. "I honestly don't know why I waited this long." Furi knew exactly how Doug felt. Love was thick all around him. "I guess from the smile on your face that she said yes." "Of — A.E. Via

Yes," Green cried. "I do love you. I love you, Mark. Fuck. Love you so much, baby. — A.E. Via

If you're nice, decent, attractive, get good grades and are talented, no one wants to read about that ... They want to read what's out-of-the-ordinary, the scandalous, the shocking and the tragic. They want a story; they want to be captivated and what's typical does not give them that ... unless, of course, that person ends up a victim, commits a crime or loses their minds via a love affair. — Donna Lynn Hope

I love you, babe." Warmth spread through him like sunshine in the morning. He had to stop grinning long enough to type a reply. "I love you back. — A.E. Via

Furi. You taste so good," Syn said between licks. He'd reduced Furi to quiet whimpers and shameless motions as he pushed harder against Syn's face. Syn finally rose up and stretched across Furi's back and moved all his pretty hair to one side so he could see his face. "I'm going to make love to you, the way you deserve to be made love to. That's why I wanted to wait. Until you knew for sure that you were special to me and not just a fuck." Syn kissed the side of Furi's face and licked at his lips. "Thank you," Furi whispered. Syn wasn't expecting that response, but it pleased him none-the-less. — A.E. Via

Saving the world via medical research or going off to Gobi Desert to dust off dinosaur eggs is what I thought I might be doing when I was a kid, and I'd love to bring those interests to a show like 'E.R.' or 'The West Wing,' or a movie like 'Jurassic Park.' — Morgan Fairchild

You're a ray of bright light in my very dark world, Ric. It's like when I step outside and take my sunglasses off to let the sun shine on my face. It gets a little lighter in here.' Pres gently tapped his pointer finger against his temple.
'When I'm in my office ..... there's no light. When I'm in my bedroom alone ..... there's no light. When I sit in my bedroom alone ..... there's no light. When I sit in my kitchen, eating my very carefully prepared meal - for one - there's no light. But when I'm around you, wrapped in your arms, kissing you, laughing with you, making love to you, everything's do damn bright ..... like sunshine. — A.E. Via

There was something beautiful in someone trying to purchase happiness for a dying woman via a three-dollar box of french fries. I remember hoping that one dally someone would buy me french fries if that's all I wanted, even if he knew they'd be no good in the end.
I remember understanding what love really is.It didn't hurt; it didn't ignore your prayers, didn't seem to not care that your mom was dying. It didn't leave you wondering what you did wrong. Love tried to make you happy, even if it was useless. Love would do you anything to make you happy. — Jackson Pearce

He felt like throwing a hissy fit right there in the truck. Go out with me not her! She doesn't care about you! I do. Can't you see that! I'm crazy about you! I fuckin' love you! — A.E. Via

Also" - God hugged Leo to him, rubbing his palms over the strong muscles in his partner's back - "thank you for taking such good care of me when I was sick. I may have been pretty out of it, but I remember a lot of it too. I think I knew then that you were the one, the only one that would be there for me and have been for the past four years. I love you, Leo." Day — A.E. Via

I love going to the Via Giulia, a beautiful old cobbled street, which has a bridge at one end behind the Palazzo Farnese. It has long creepers hanging from it, and is the most evocative, beautiful place to stand and enjoy the city. — Ed Stoppard

Fuck he was so in love. So in love that it was terrifying. In the type of love that if it was taken away, he knew he'd never be the same again. He — A.E. Via

It had only been two days but Furi was looking forward to seeing Syn, kissing him, making love to him. Syn had called him each night and each night they'd jerked off together. When Syn had called him at two in the morning after finding the download Furi had put on his phone, he thought Syn had injured himself from coming so hard. Furi had downloaded his last masturbation video with Illustra to Syn's cell. The one in which he'd thought about his hot detective the entire time. Furi moaned into the receiver as Syn watched the video. When it got to the part where he'd looked at the camera and asked "Is this what you want?" He let Syn know that he'd been talking to him. Syn lost it right there on the other end of the line and it only took Furi a couple hard pulls to come right along with him. Furi — A.E. Via

I'd actually love to think that I could trust Kerry on national security. But the only way I could do that, at this point, would be via self-delusion. — Glenn Reynolds

When we really look closely, the world of stuff and advertising is not really life. Life is the other stuff. Life is what is left when you take all that crap away, or at least ignore it for a while.
Life is the people who love you. No one will ever choose to stay alive for an iPhone. It's the people we reach via the iPhone that matter.
And once we begin to recover, and to live again, we do so with new eyes. Things become clearer, and we are aware of things we weren't aware of before. — Matt Haig

Judge was in love. Michaels smelled so good; he inhaled his arousal, breathed in the intoxicating smell of his desire. His thick cock was right there next to his cheek, evidence of his longing leaving a sticky trail in his beard. Judge breathed on him for a while, let him know he was there; let him know pleasure was knocking at his door. He gave Michaels just the tip of his tongue first. Then a little more. Dragged the flat of his tongue along the thick veins in his shaft. "Come — A.E. Via

Choose what will motivate you in life as a whole. Will it be Love or Fear that sets you apart in this lifetime? Karma has no hold on our souls greater than a love known as grace. Or a fear of sheer torment during this sojourn of our Earthly trek. If you choose poorly then you shall be preyed upon and easily manipulated by your peers via numerous tactics of hate at large. If again you choose wisely than keep on your guard using reason with an unconditional love. Because a
conditional love is flawed as a mixture of demands placed on it by the frail ego always. It has no place being called love in the absolute eyes of God(dess). — Ivan Alexander Pozo-Illas

Say it, Son. Before I die." Judge braced his hands on the windowsill, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. "It's not gonna happen. I'm not gonna fall in love with him." Was he trying to convince his father or himself? "He's a warrior, JJ. But no one can live forever, Son. But I know that Austin won't go early and he won't go without a serious fight." Judge — A.E. Via

kissed Ruxs on his neck, ignoring his last comment. Making Ruxs feel like his head was going to explode from pleasure was something that had to be shown not spoken. He started up a slow rhythm, holding on to Ruxs' hip with one hand, and propping himself up with the other. The deeper he went, the more Ruxs moaned his name. He'd been so patient and waited so long for this day. Way longer than Ruxs had been waiting and wanting him. Now he had him. He was buried balls deep in him, almost ready to deposit his love inside him. He — A.E. Via

Stop fighting me, Leo. Because I love you too." God said, his lips pressed firmly against Day's ear. "You can't fuck that other guy because you're mine," he whispered. God — A.E. Via

His heart wept with joy on the inside and his throat dislodged the lump that had been there for days, just long enough for him to whisper back, "I love you too, Judge. I do." Judge — A.E. Via

like to see more of Vivian and Luca and maybe other Italian bachelors follow in Rafe's footsteps, too. ;) I'd love to write a new romantic adventure for Rafe and Ari, too (but is that allowed for Kindle Worlds? Mm..). Oh, and you can also write to me directly. I love hearing from readers. You can reach me via my website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, or you can also email me. A list of my works (arranged according to reading order) can be found here and you can also visit my author page on Amazon for book links. Lastly, for updates on my newest releases and exclusive excerpts for upcoming releases, please consider signing up for my newsletter. Thank you! — Marian Tee

I am a 'professional word seller'..I sell 'WORDS' for a 'living'...
'LIVING' with 'empowering' words is a 'Choice' we make..
'CHOICE' comes via the meaning we give to words we use..
'MEANING' comes from understanding 'life'... — Abha Maryada Banerjee

I got a promo of 'Nichts Muss' in what would have been 2002 or 2003 and fell totally in love with it after listening to it on an airplane that took me to Australia via Taipei and Kuala Lumpur. — John Darnielle

It's not you. It's me. Well, not me. It's someone... I just can't do this with you." Judge sounded like an idiot. "Since when?" Duke frowned. Since I fell in love and was too stupid to notice before I threw it away. "Judge." Duke walked up to him, pulling his fist from out of his hair. "There's someone else." Judge didn't answer. Duke took his silence for what it was. He looked hurt at first, then he looked surprised. He backed up from him and sat back in his own chair. "This guy must be amazing. — A.E. Via

Syn sucked hard on Furi's neck making him cry out at the stinging feeling. "You drive me crazy Furious but I love you anyway." Syn — A.E. Via

Love is Contagious — A.E. Via

Wisdom bought with a tremendous price, Jane. You know what William and I suffered. I suppose the benefit to our tumultuous courtship was the trial-by-fire aspect of it all.We learned our lessons via grievous methods, but we did learn them. — Sharon Lathan

You quit your house and country, quit your ship, and quit your companions in the tent, saying, "I am just going outside and may be some time." The light on the far side of the blizzard lures you. You walk, and one day you enter the spread heart of silence, where lands dissolve and seas become vapor and ices sublime under unknown stars. This is the end of the Via Negativa, the lightless edge where the slopes of knowledge dwindle, and love for its own sake, lacking an object, begins. — Annie Dillard

Somewhere between us hating each other back then, you became my first real friend, my first and only best friend, and I didn't realize it until last summer, but you've actually been my first everything." "You were my first kiss, my first date that I actually enjoyed, and the first woman I fell in love with - the first woman I actually made love to..." he said. "And you're still the only person I can talk to twenty times a day - whether it's via letter, email, text, or phone call, and still feel like it's not enough. — Whitney G.

He watched God flip through a few records before pulling one. He slid the vinyl out as carefully as Day would before placing it on the turntable. Soon Day's room was filled with the soft sounds of George Howard's Midnight Moods. It was a smooth, sexy jazz album; definitely one for making love to. Day's — A.E. Via

In Hong Kong, I read Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "Love in the Time of Cholera", in which the hero must wait until his seventies before being united with his beloved. In a moment of Melancholy, I inscribed my copy: Angelina, I will love you always. Adam and sent it to her, via Jacinta. It was an unhealthy book for me to have read at that time, and to have then inflicted on Angelina. Just wait long enough and somehow the right people will die. The starts will align, we'll get over ourselves and we'll be together. And in the meantime, what? — Graeme Simsion

Furi's eyes roamed over Syn's muscular body, mapping each ridge and valley until his eyes landed on the thick, dripping cock jutting out proudly from a nest of dark pubic hair. Syn stroked himself a couple times, his head falling back as pleasure racked his body. Furi held out his arm, needing Syn's contact right now. Syn crawled up the bed like a panther stalking his prey. His dark eyes were full of hunger and just beneath that desire was a whole lot of love. "Syn. — A.E. Via

I wonder briefly if I could somehow broker a deal with God whereby if I put both my arms around Chris, his suffering would be transferred to me via skin-to-skin osmosis at a rate inversely proportionate to how much I love him. — Laura Buzo

You're killing me, love," Furi panted. He gripped the base of his cock and cupped Syn's chin trying to give him the hint. "Impatient little bottom aren't you?" Syn laughed throatily against his balls and Furi thought he'd lose his load right there. Furi slammed his eyes shut and squeezed the base of his cock. Syn took the opportunity to fully suck the head of Furi's dick into his mouth and give it a couple hard pulls. Furi yelled out in the dimly lit room but Syn didn't stop, and he wouldn't until Furi was out of his mind with ecstasy. — A.E. Via

A history of nightlife!
what an interesting concept. A history of a people, told not through their daily travails and successive political upheavals, but via the changes in their nightly celebrations and unwindings. History is, in this telling, accompanied by a bottle of Malbec, some fine Argentine steak, tango music, dancing, and gossip. It unfolds through and alongside illicit activities that take place in the multitude of discos, dance parlors, and clubs. Its direction, the way people live, is determined on half-lit streets, in bars, and in smoky late-night restaurants. This history is inscribed in songs, on menus, via half-remembered conversations, love affairs, drunken fights, and years of drug abuse. — David Byrne

Day's heart clenched. God didn't want to just fuck him; he wanted to make love to him. Damn, it'd felt like ages since Day had done that. Not since college if he were being honest with himself. He'd loved his college sweetheart, but they'd never actually got to the lovemaking part, since his college sweetheart was straight. But now he'd have the chance. Day reclined, letting the soft soprano sounds of the saxophone add to his euphoria. He — A.E. Via

I love that Amazon has this incredibly unique, diplomatic process where people's voices are heard, and we're using this great interconnectedness we have, via the internet, to weigh in and to have a say in what we want to see and what we don't. — Matt Bomer

You fell in love with him, didn't you?" Day asked quietly, moving closer. Michaels — A.E. Via

If you're not broadcasting what people feel is their truth as it relates to you, well that becomes a problem. If your not broadcasting how much you love your boyfriend or husband via social media, problems occur in the home and I really think this is happening more than we acknowledge. — Aeriel Miranda

i asked God to give me a love via synchronicity so when it was my time to allow someone into my heart ~ he entered my world, as if by magic. — Nikki Rowe

Fuck me. Austin." Michaels grunted at the first couple inches of penetration. Judge hissed a satisfied, "Yes." Michaels plunged in until his balls nestled against the soft fur on Judge's ass. Michaels moaned low, his voice raw and rough. His pace didn't match his dirty talk. The in and out tempo was slow and easy. Michaels used Judge's thick shoulder to drive in deeper each time. He angled to the right, his dick had already mapped out Judge's erogenous zones, and Michaels hit one every time. "Goddamnit," Judge rumbled, beneath him. "I love you." Michaels sighed over the moist skin at the base of Judge's neck. "Do I feel good, babe?" Michaels whispered, his lips moving against Judge's temple, his tongue licking out to claim the beads of sweat that slid across his brow. "Austin, — A.E. Via

Okay. This guy came to the bar and flirted with you, then he pummels some guy for hitting you." Doug counts off each attribute on his fingers. "Then he chases after you to make sure you're okay. But you blow him off because he's a cop." Doug shook his head. "I'm sorry, but what exactly is the problem?"

Furi's head was spinning at his screwed-up emotions. "I told you how Patrick started hitting me after I gave him what he asked for in bed. Whenever we'd fuck a certain way, he'd love it, but would always freak out later. I can see the same shit in Syn. As soon as men like that fuck, they lose their shit and immediately feel like they have to reclaim their lost manhood, on my face. Mark my words. Syn would snap just like Pat did."

"How the hell do you know that?"

"Call it my gay man's intuition. — A.E. Via

If you kill the man I love, you better make your peace with God, because I'm gonna meet your soul in hell." His voice boomed. God — A.E. Via

You know that man's story already. He's just starting to believe what Day's been saying to him for years, but he's scared as fuck. If you hurt him in any way, Day will hurt you." Johnson stopped grinning and looked back at God. "I thought Day hated him?" "Day is complex, Johnson. He's crazy about Ronowski, that's why he rides the man so hard." "I get that," Johnson responded. "All right. I don't mind doing the slow thing. We'll start with wings and a game tonight." Johnson shrugged and started inching toward his car. "Next week, maybe dinner and a movie." "Sounds good, bro." God waved and climbed in his truck. Now that he was done playing Chuck Woolery and there were no more love connections to be made. He was going home to his sweetheart. — A.E. Via

I love my job so much. I thought, what a cool way for kids to learn, via assignment, via reporting. I learn so much as an adult going around and covering these stories. How fun it would be to do it via a storybook app and cartoon characters. My daughter can work on an iPhone and iPad like crazy. That's their world. If you can use that, use it educationally. — Nancy O'Dell

I need you to have me. Make love to me." God bent slightly and placed his lips to Day's ear. "I want you to top me." Day froze in place. His eyes lowered in contemplation, hands resting lightly on God's waist. Top him. Suddenly a ton of feelings washed over him. He simultaneously became excited, nervous, scared, and extremely turned-on. All those emotions swirling around inside his head and heart at once. "Please. I trust you. I trust you to make it right. — A.E. Via

Seeing Michaels treat his dog like that was the equivalent of watching how a new love interest interacted with your kids. He was amazing with Bookem and it was obvious Book liked him right back. It pulled at Judge's heart. Food wasn't the quickest way to his heart, although it helped, but Bookem was. Most men feared him and didn't want him anywhere around. Judge would simply fuck them quickly and send them on their way. Michaels was not the norm. He was partner material. Judge turned on the taps and grimaced at his next thought. Michaels was going to make some man very happy one day. Judge — A.E. Via

The way to a woman's heart might best be reached via a short cut. — Dixie Waters