“Love is a condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”— Robert Heinlein, amazon.com
“Surround yourself with people who are the ketchup to your french fries-they make you a better version of yourself. Yes french fries are amazing on their own, but combined with ketchup they are a force. Spend time with people who bring out your true flavors, but don't overpower you.”— Grace Helbig, amazon.com
“The only constant you have from Point A, your birth to Point B, your death is you. There is no point in changing who you are to appease others when they're gonna leave your life. Love yourself, because you're the only one who's stuck with yourself. Fall in love with who you are and if anybody wants…”— Tyler Oakley, amazon.com
“Friends should be like a good bra, lifting you up. Bad friends are like sports bras. They can do wonders when you go out dancing or during high-energy times, but one a day-to-day basis they really just smush down some of your greatest assets.”— Mamrie Hart, amazon.com
“That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say i…”— Jenny Han, amazon.com
“Relationships are mysterious. We doubt the positive qualities in others, seldom the negative. You will say to your partner: do you really love me? Are you sure you love me? You will ask this a dozen times and drive the person nuts. But you never ask: are you really mad at me? Are you sure you’re ang…”— Christopher Pike, amazon.com
“'Why is it,' he said, one time, at the subway entrance, 'I feel I've known you so many years?' 'Because I like you,' she said, 'and I don't want anything from you.’”— Ray Bradbury, amazon.com
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”— Ernest Hemingway, amazon.com
“When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.”— Donald Miller, amazon.com
“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some compleme…”— Andrew Boyd, amazon.com
“Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke in her new strange thrills rippling inside her. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside. It was like b…”— D. H. Lawrence, amazon.com
“When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crush…”— Anaïs Nin, amazon.com
“They stand beneath the shower. He nestles himself flat in the meeting of her buttocks. An excruciating douche. He feels unable to move, but he begins to soap her breasts which glisten like seals beneath the flow of water. He scrubs her back. Between the shoulder blades the skin is broken out in smal…”— James Salter, amazon.com
“There wasn't an inch of her that he didn't taste -- from the base of her throat to the curve of her waist to the backs of her knees to her candy apple-red toenails. And when he finally tasted the already damp petals of her womanhood, she tangled her fingers in his hair and arched her hips as the tre…”— Bonnie Pega, amazon.com
“She kissed him, an openmouthed invitation that he took. Every movement was pulling at her, dragging her closer. Every shift gave a breathtaking hint of mindless ecstasy that seemed to grow with each second. She shuddered and clutched his shoulders for strength, losing herself with each thrust of his…”— Leanne Banks, amazon.com
“She crawled forward, until she could lean even farther across him. Until she could reach the drawer and slide it open. Until she was straddling his chest instead of his hips. Until that white flash of satin was right there, nearly in his face. He couldn’t not do it. He couldn’t possibly resist. He s…”— Suzanne Brockmann, amazon.com
“Very slowly and gently, he undressed her, covering her white skin with kisses while he caressed her back. To her complete astonishment, she felt herself becoming aroused. 'Shhh, shhh ... ' Marcus was brushing her breasts with his fingertips, all the time shushing and stroking her like a groom reassu…”— Nicholas Coleridge, amazon.com
“I stretch my legs open, and he is on top of me. Too heavy to hold, and too light not to. He puts his thing in me. In me. In me. I wrap my feet around his back so he can’t get away. His face is next to mine. The bedsprings sounds like them crickets used to back home. He puts his fingers in mine, and…”— Toni Morrison, amazon.com
“To the girls who get called sensitive too often, don’t let the bitter in heart stop you from feeling everything deeply. To feel is to experience life fully.”— Sarah Ashley, thoughtcatalog.com
“She is so wet by the time he has the pillows under her gleaming stomach that he goes right into her in one long, delicious move. They begin slowly. When he is close to coming he pulls his prick out and lets it cool. Then he starts again, guiding it with one hand, feeding it in like line. She begins…”— James Salter, amazon.com