Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ

“I was prepared to hate him for the rest of my life."

I startle, surprised. "You mean... you don't hate him anymore?"

Warner drops his head. His voice so low I can hardly hear it. "How can I hate his anger," he says, "when I know so well where it comes from?”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“I do so much with these lips, I think.

I taste and touch and kiss and I’ve pressed them to the tender parts of his skin and I’ve made promises and told lies and touched lives all with these two lips and the words they form, the shapes and sounds they curve around. But right now my lips wish he would just read my mind because the truth is I’ve been hoping I’d never have to say any of it, these thoughts, out loud”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“That's all right,' she says, and I have to wonder how many times she's said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow”
― Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now

“He’s on his knees.
I bite back the moan caught in my throat just before he lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He’s on top of me in an instant, kissing me with a kind of intensity that makes me wonder why I haven’t died or caught on fire or woken up from this dream yet. He’s running his hands down my body only to bring them back up to my face and he kisses me once, twice, and his teeth catch my bottom lip for just a second and I’m clinging to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and running my hands through his hair and pulling him into me.
He tastes so sweet. So hot and so sweet and I keep trying to say his name but I can’t even find the time to breathe, much less to say a single word.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me