sweet

Sometimes the clouds weren__ weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn__ mean it wasn__ scary, or that I wasn__ still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I__ be alright.

Time whips up cream for those who are ready for dessert.

His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.

Allow your mood to be sweet and your day will be sweet too.

Her chest began to quake softly. "Why?" "Why what, sweetheart?" I said gently. "Why do you want me?" I didn't even have to think. "Because anyone who's been through what you have and can still come out in one piece on the other side is a beautiful creature that I want to know.

Say yes, Jordan,_ he said, shifting closer.__o,_ I said.Owen smiled. __lose enough._ And then he kissed me.

What__ wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you__e not beside me.

And all of the scientific data, statistical facts and empirical evidence can't compete with the indefinable heart's desire. For if in the end, she loves you, and she chooses you_none of the rest of this will matter.

Because I know it in my bones. You are the only female I desire, the only water that will quench my thirst, the only sun that will warm my skin, the only lips that were made for mine.

Why does the forbidden always add that edge of sweetness?

Though some may see their shortcomings as the greatest evil from the pit of hell, while some throw invectives at God for bringing them into a cruel, problematic world. These shortcomings are transient, the greatest evil does its work and needs no interrogation, their invectives are just a waste of time, and the world is the most sweetest to those with a functional taste buds.

Just because you're from a small town doesn't mean that you're small. Don't ever think anyone's more important than you are or has more valid experiences.

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

She was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed towards conversation.

Memories are sweet, cherish it...

I thought it could be something, I mean, eventually." Harrison finally looks at us. "My life I thought-but I mean... it's nothing.""Don't cry" Grace says. "You have a lot of time.""No, I don't.""Yeah, you do.""No.-""Yeah! Yeah, you do. It's okay. Look-"She does something that is so amazingly selfless and also gross. She tilts Harrison's face up and gives him a sweet kiss on the lips and it lasts long enough for him to taste her back, to move his mouth against hers.Harrison stares at her dumbfounded but he's stopped cryingShe is so nice.

What every man should desire is an ugly woman with a beautiful heart, not a beautiful woman with an ugly heart.

My purpose of life is sweet indeed.I like to help people when in need.I am longing for happiness.I am expressing my kindness.I am expressing my love every day.I am compassionate all the way.