She's a woman. Like a chameleon does, a woman quietly blends into all the parts of her life. Sometimes you can hardly tell she's there, she's so quiet going on about her business. Feed the baby. Muck the stables. Make soup from stones. Make a sheet into a dress. She doesn't count on destiny for anything. She knows its her own hands, her own arms, her own thighs and breasts that have to do the work. Destiny is bigger in men's lives. Destiny is a welcome guest in a man's house. She barely knocks and he's there to open the door. "Yes, yes. You do it, " he says to destiny and lumbers back to his chair. Marlena De Blasi
I told you. You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand.
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L.j. Smith
It doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day. It doesn't have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn't have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn't have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third...
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David Levithan
I knew I loved you before I met you I think I dreamed you into life I knew I loved you before I met you I have been waiting all my life
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Savage Garden
...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.
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Suzanne Young
She had to go on this quest. The fate of the world might depend on it. But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn’t want to be without her.
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Rick Riordan
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She's a woman. Like a chameleon does, a woman quietly blends into all the parts of her life. Sometimes you can hardly tell she's there, she's so quiet going on about her business. Feed the baby. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Muck the stables. Make soup from stones....
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How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.
