I miss him, ” she whispered, her voice cracking. His heart constricted at the grief on her face. “I know, honey.” He lifted a hand to stroke the soft waves of her hair. A soothing, reassuring gesture, but to him it meant so much more. His muscles knotted with the need to cup her face between his hands and kiss her the way he’d been dying to for so long. He wanted to kiss away the sadness and the grief, replace it with the heat and tenderness burning inside him. Kaylea Cross
Some Similar Quotes
  1. It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a... - Colette
  2. My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving... - Jandy Nelson
  3. But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes .. . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for. - Melina Marchetta
  4. Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief... - Jonathan Safran Foer
  5. But what was there to say? Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a... - Arundhati Roy
More Quotes By Kaylea Cross
  1. You’re stuck with me.” She sniffled. “Promise?”He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart.
  2. Sam…”“What?” she whispered.“ Tell me what to do to fix it.” She shook her head and closed her eyes as though she couldn’t bear to see him. “You can’t fix it.” He had to. Failure here was not an option. “Let me try.
  3. He’d done it like he did everything else–with passion and total disregard for how much it might embarrass her.
  4. What is…” She flipped through a few pages, looked up into his eyes. “Is this…?” “My journal, ” he said, reaching out to glide a knuckle down her cheek. Her skin was so damn soft. She was a contradiction in terms to him, and one...
  5. Releasing a slow breath, she raised her chin and finally turned her gaze on Qureshi. The moment their gazes connected she felt a surge of power go through her. Throughout her nine hellish months of captivity, she’d been forbidden to look him in the eye....
Related Topics