Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.
Something smashed to the ground. Jack looked at me, all the mugs forgotten. "I'm not going to let anyone kill you. " He grinned. "If I don't get to, no one should.
I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.
Are you Evelyn Green?” “Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of.
I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.
I kind of wish they’d shut up,” Jack said. “Dude, true dat,” Lend answered. Jack nodded solemnly. “For serious.
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
I'm afraid I couldn't like him without a spice of human naughtiness.
I have had four happy days in my life, and three of them turned out to be illusions.
I want to tell women in developing countries that they are as powerful as their male counterparts, and they can play an equal role in their respective societies.
Can women make use of men's vulnerability not to marry but instead to destroy male power?