My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist, remember how you moan with pleasure the instant we touch..... Laura Acosta Lynne Sharon Schwartz
I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for?
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Stephanie Lennox
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover,...
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William Shakespeare
Making love to me is amazing. Wait, I meant: making love, to me, is amazing. The absence of two little commas nearly transformed me into a sex god.

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Unknown
Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.
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Alysha Speer
Often you don't know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.
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Robert Jordan
More Quotes By Lynne Sharon Schwartz
The stillness and stasis of bed are the perfect opposite of travel: inertia is what I've come to consider the default mode, existentially and electronically speaking. Bed, its utter inactivity, offers a glimpse of eternity, without the drawback of being dead.
I have done what people do, my life makes a reasonable showing. Can I go back to my books now?
Parables, yes. We here are to lead life with woe. Tasting bitter.the Tai Chi instructor
Does being true to one's self mean offering the literal truth or the truth that should have been, the truth of the image of one's self? It hardly matters by this time. By this time the border between seeing straight on and seeing round the...
Nothing is as horrendous as imagining the times of happiness from an environment which is that of hell.
