Sunari Titliya Quotes & Sayings

Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts. — Max Muller

I'd always thought there was something wrong with me," he confessed. "I thought I was wrong to want this."
And she knew he wasn't weeping because of the sadness or shock, but because all babies cry when they're born.
Nora & Michael — Tiffany Reisz

You and I want to much from this Soviet life".
"I want nothing from this life", said Tatiana. "Just you".
"Me, and running hot water, and electricity, and a little house in the desert, and a State that doesn't ask for your life in return for these small things".
"No", Tatiana said, shaking her head. "Just you".
Moving her hair back under her scarf, Alexander studied her face. "And a State that doesn't ask for your life in return for me. — Paullina Simons

Ask anybody, would you want an ex-madman living next door? It's difficult enough being an ex-convict. It's double hard for us 'madmen'. Please believe it. — Stephen Richards

The zeal of the stupid in her, Chris began turning pages as if it were the winter solstice gift catalog, earmarking pages and cooing in delight at the new possibilities. — Kim Harrison

Seth and Jenny after they've escaped Alexander in Mexico.
Seth: "Here's what we need to do. Find a flat area, like a farm, a little bit out of the way where we can spend a little time." Seth unbuttoned his black fatigues.
Jenny: "Seth, I think we have more urgent things to think about ... "
Seth: "I know." He pushed his pants down to his knees. "I want to show you something.
Jenny: "I've seen it before."
Seth: "Ha ha." Seth tugged back the leg of his boxer shorts to reveal a black band around one thigh with a circular device mounted on it. — J.L. Bryan

The Super Bowl now takes on a magnitude that almost defies the imagination. — Paul Tagliabue

Couldst thou find no other sort of punishment for these sinners but bearding them? — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

Yet I am always with you; you — Sarah Young

It wasn't a hard kiss, but it wasn't particularly soft either. It was just perfect. The perfect amount of sweet and hot, and...
She put her hands on his chest, shoving him backward. "Please don't mess with me. Please. Just talk to me."
Jackson's eyes shadowed with regret as he slowly released her wrist, lifting a hand to her face. The back of his fingers stroked her cheek softly. "Talk to you?"
She nodded.
"What shall I talk about?" he whispered.
"How about the fact that you're supposed to be in Houston right now? It's the only reason I came over."
"I was in Houston," he said.
"For what, an hour?" she asked.
"Probably about that, yeah." He was watching her mouth as his thumb brushed softly over her lips.
Her breath caught at the tenderness in his touch - in his eyes.
"What happened?"
His eyes flicked up to hers. "You want the full story, or the important part?"
"The important part," she whispered.
"I love you. — Lauren Layne