Cr Love Quotes

Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.

Have you ever been in love?” she murmured, those green eyes staring at me like I was fucking everything. I was still inside her. It was where I wanted to live. “Not until I saw you.” It was the most honest thing I’d ever told her.

Dahlia,” I murmured, and she winced because she could hear the ache in my voice. “If I have to, I’ll love you enough for the both of us.

I love you. And I’ll never stop,” he told me. “I’d do anything for you…I’d live for you.

At least I wouldn’t have to worry about her tonight. I’d copied her key, and after she fell asleep…we’d be having a sleepover party. Other people might call that scary stalker behavior. I called it true love.

When you had put so much love into someone, it was hard to think your love meant nothing in the end.

Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all.

Layla, sweetheart, you haven’t had the right experience and apparently were not with the right people.

Are you freeing me?” I asked, confused. “Fuck no,” he snapped, sounding affronted, like I’d offended him. “Then what are you saying?” My voice was petulant…bratty. “I’m saying that we’re moving on. We’re going to proceed with our relationship with you knowing that I’ll do anything to keep you. Anything to make you happy. To make you love me. And I’m going to keep doing all of those things.

[원료약품분량] 이 약 1정(126mg) 중 졸피뎀 타르타르산염 (EP) [성상] 백색 장방형의 필름코팅제 [효능효과] 불면증 [용법용량] 까톡【pak6】텔레:【JRJR331】텔레:【TTZZZ6】라인【TTZZ6】 졸피뎀(Zolpidem) 은 불면증이나 앰비엔(Ambien), 앰비엔 CR(Ambien CR), 인터메조(Intermezzo), 스틸넉스(Stilnox), 스틸넉트(Stilnoct), 서블리넉스(Sublinox), 하이프너젠(Hypnogen), 조네이딘(Zonadin), Sanval, Zolsana and Zolfresh 등은 졸피뎀의 시판되는 품명이다. 1) 이 약은 작용발현이 빠르므로, 취침 바로 직전에 경구투여한다. In addition to "I love you" used to date in Korean, there are old words such as "goeda" [3], "dada" [4], and "alluda" [5]. In Chinese characters, 愛(ae) and 戀(yeon) have the meaning of love. In Chinese characters, 戀 mainly means love in a relationship, and 愛 means more comprehensive love than that. In the case of Jeong, the meaning is more comprehensive than Ae or Yeon, and it is difficult to say the word love. In the case of Japanese, it is divided into two types: 愛 (あい) and 恋 (いこ) [6]. There are two main views on etymology. First of all, there is a hypothesis that the combination of "sal" in "live" or "sard" and the suffix "-ang"/"ung" was changed to "love" from the Middle Ages, but "love" clearly appears as a form of "sudah" in the Middle Ages, so there is a problem that the vowels do not match at all. Although "Sarda" was "Sanda," the vowels match, but the gap between "Bulsa" and "I love you" is significant, and "Sanda" and "Sanda Lang," which were giants, have a difference in tone, so it is difficult to regard it as a very reliable etymology. Next, there is a hypothesis that it originated from "Saryang," which means counting the other person. It is a hypothesis argued by Korean language scholars such as Yang Ju-dong, and at first glance, it can be considered that "Saryang," which means "thinking and counting," has not much to do with "love" in meaning. In addition, some criticize the hypothesis, saying that the Chinese word Saryang itself is an unnatural coined word that means nothing more than "the amount of thinking." However, in addition to the meaning of "Yang," there is a meaning of "hearida," and "Saryang" is also included in the Standard Korean Dictionary and the Korean-Chinese Dictionary as a complex verb meaning "think and count." In addition, as will be described later, Saryang is an expression whose history is long enough to be questioned in the Chinese conversation book "Translation Noguldae" in the early 16th century, so the criticism cannot be considered to be consistent with the facts. In addition, if you look at the medieval Korean literature data, you can find new facts. 2) 성인의 1일 권장량은 10mg이며, 이러한 권장량을 초과하여서는 안된다. 노인 또는 쇠약한 환자들의 경우, 이 약의 효과에 민감할 수 있기 때문에, 권장량을 5mg으로 하며, 1일 10mg을 초과하지 않는다. ^^바로구입가기^^ ↓↓아래 이미지 클릭↓↓ 까톡【pak6】텔레:【JRJR331】텔레:【TTZZZ6】라인【TTZZ6】 3) 간 손상으로 이 약의 대사 및 배설이 감소될 수 있으므로, 노인 환자들에서처럼 특별한 주 의와 함께 용량을 5mg에서 시작하도록 한다. 4) 65세 미만의 성인의 경우, 약물의 순응도가 좋으면서 임상적 반응이 불충분한 경우 용량을 10mg까지 증량할 수 있다. 5) 치료기간은 보통 수 일에서 2주, 최대한 4주까지 다양하며, 용량은 임상적으로 적절한 경우 점진적으로 감량해가도록 한다. 6) 다른 수면제들과 마찬가지로, 장기간 사용은 권장되지 않으며, 1회 치료기간은 4주를 넘지 않도록 한다.

We’d either be blissfully, completely happy with an ever after that overshadowed every love story that had ever been told. Or we would destroy each other.

F*@k love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my f*@king soul is living outside of my body and now that I've found it, I'll die if I ever lose it. That's what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything. - Lincoln Daniels

Like my DNA had been rewritten. Like my stars had rearranged themselves. I didn't believe at love at first sight. I didn't believe in love at all. But if I could have, I would have fallen in love with the girl in that picture. - Lincoln Daniels

You don't have to work to earn money to feed and clothe a body when it's dead. No one can take your dignity away when you're gone. I wish I could say what shuts down that thought is love for myself as a person deserving of life, or the fear of breaking the hearts of those who love me. Those feelings are present, but they aren't enough to shut it up. What makes me turn it off is another sensation that's always with me - a burning rage, sometimes morphing into total hatred. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. Fuck you for making me even consider that for a second. You may not want me to live how I need to live in order to be happy, but I won't give you the satisfaction of no longer having me as a problem. I will never stop being a burden on the state when the state decided to make me one in the first place. If I have to scam, commit crimes, and become a nuisance to the taxpayer, so be it. And I'll never once feel guilty. I can't say I didn't try doing things 'the right way'. If you don't allow me to exist as a person, I have no choice but to exist as a problem.

Lincoln “Have you ever been in love?” she murmured, those green eyes staring at me like I was fucking everything. I was still inside her. It was where I wanted to live. “Not until I saw you.

Only a person without a mother could understand how much a child needs one. Only a person who’s been broken can fully understand how to make someone whole. Only a person who has been without love can understand why it’s so necessary. Only a person who’s had to fight for their life could understand how precious it is.

love to tell your story. Someone remarked to me after reading your poem in The Atlantic, ‘How intense.’ Sometime write me a little poem that isn’t intense. A lamp turned too high might shatter its chimney. Please just glow sometimes.” {CR1}

I sent a giant heart after that text, because what else did you do to tell someone you loved them bunches?

#Ola Musings Her brow's penciled bow Eyes tinged with kohl wow A mere passing shadow of hers Causes dust dry bloom wow! By nCr

You don't have to work to earn money to feed and clothe a body when it's dead. No one can take your dignity away when you're gone. I wish I could say what shuts down that thought is love for myself as a person deserving of life, or the fear of breaking the hearts of those who love me. Those feelings are present, but they aren't enough to shut it up. What makes me turn it off if another sensation that's always with me - a burning rage, sometimes morphing into total hatred. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. Fuck you for making me even consider that for a second. You may not want me to live how I need to live in order to be happy, but I won't give you the satisfaction of no longer having me as a problem. I will never stop being a burden on the state when the state decided to make me one in the first place. If I have to scam, commit crimes, and become a nuisance to the taxpayer, so be it. And I'll never once feel guilty. I can't say I didn't try doing things 'the right way'. If you don't allow me to exist as a person, I have no choice but to exist as a problem.

You don't have to work to earn money to feed and clothe a body when it's dead. No one can take your dignity away when you're gone. I wish I could say what shuts down that thought is love for myself as a person deserving of life, or the fear of breaking the hearts of those who love me. Those feelings are present, but they aren't enough to shut it up. What makes me turn it off is another sensation that's always with me - a burning rage, sometimes morphing into total hatred. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. Fuck you for making me even consider that for a second. You may not want me to live how I need to live in order to be happy, but I won't give you the satisfaction of no longer having me as a problem. I will never stop being a burden on the state when the state decided to make me one in the first place. If I have to scam, commit crimes, and become a nuisance to the taxpayer, so be it. And I'll never once feel guilty. I can't say I didn't try doing things 'the right way'. If you don't allow me to exist as a person, I have no choice but to exist as a problem.

Olivia, I’m the one that’s sorry. Because clearly I’ve been doing a shitty job of showing just how much I love you. You're not a burden, you're my everything. Everything,” I repeated fiercely. “I breathe for you. I covet you. I spend every second of every day thinking about you. A burden?” I scoffed. “The way I love you goes beyond any love story you’ve ever heard. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you. I burn for you, in the way that only someone can when you’re holding a piece of their soul.

Other people might call that scary stalker behavior. I called it true love.

Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.

The debate on who between Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo is the Greatest of All Time is done. I respect CR7 but Messi wins while exhibiting human factors of love & care (assists), humility and determination.

There are some secrets that have to stay buried. Everyone has something they keep hidden, even from the ones they love the most. Because once those secrets are out, nothing can ever be the same.

I’d do whatever it took to keep her. Even if that meant locking her in this fucking penthouse for weeks, months, years. I could make her love me again. I knew I could.

So you got a one night stand pregnant?” he asked slowly, still very confused. “Naw. She’s the love of my life.” It was the very first time that I was saying it out loud. And I fucking loved it. It felt right.

Everything is right in the world again because she's here. In my arms.

I think even though something is prickly on the surface, it doesn't mean it can't bring joy to someone.

The picture that came in then, it was life changing. Like my DNA had been rewritten. Like my stars had rearranged themselves. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. I didn’t believe in love at all. But if I could have, I would have fallen in love with the girl in that picture.

The way I love you goes beyond any love story you’ve ever heard. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you. I burn for you, in the way that only someone can when you’re holding a piece of their soul.

He's broken, and broken things are only happy when everything else around them is just as broken as they are.

No, Sky. I’ll probably love you in this life and the next, and all the ones that will follow. I won’t be able to prevent it. Don’t you see? It’s you, Sky. It’s always been you. It will always be you.

What if I don’t want to model?” I screamed. “What if I want to be a barista? Or keep waiting tables. What will you think of me then?” “I think I’ll just set up shop wherever you're working and get nice and fat ordering food and coffee all day so I can be with you,” Ari said calmly. He gripped my chin. “Sunshine, the only thing I want for you is happiness. In whatever form that takes. You don’t have to be anything for me to love you. You just have to be you.

because when she leaves… she’ll take with her the only light that ever showed me the way home.

People always wanted to do that, tell you that everything would be alright. But what if we were actually fucking honest with one another? What if we fucking told the guy whose wife was cheating on him that, in fact, everything would not be alright? That he would miss her and hate her for the rest of his life. What if we told the girl that her mother would never actually love her because she was too selfish to see past herself? What if the world would just tell me that I would always be messed up from what had happened that night? Wouldn’t that save the world a whole lot of useless hopes and dreams if we simply started telling it like it was? “I

just imagine, being loved the same as you give.

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams (Ooh, look what you made me do) (Look what you made me do) (Look what you just made me do) "I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now." (Look what you just made me do) (Look what you made me do) (Look what you made me do) "Why?" (Look what you just made me do) "Oh, 'cause she's dead!" (Oh!) Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do Look what you just made me do Look what you just made me Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do Look what you just made me do Look what you just made me do Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do Look what you just made me do Look what you just made me Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do Look what you just made me do Look what you just made me do "Love In The Dark"  (25)

if not anything, your life has taught you just how strong and capable  you really are. to overcome all those obstacles thrown your way and come out as the survivor you truly are. - warrior of love and pain

But to my surprise, and regardless of the fact that I wasn’t his flesh and blood, Curt did his best to be a constant presence in my life.

But if you weren’t crazy in love…were you actually in love?

Who needs privacy when they have true love?

Where the hell were you?” Remington demanded. “Can’t you people leave a note?” Pax regarded him skeptically. “As if you didn’t know. As if you weren’t tracking us.” “I track you because I love you,” Remington said lightly.

Have you ever been in love?” she murmured, those green eyes staring at me like I was fucking everything. I was still inside her. It was where I wanted to live. “Not until I saw you.

And maybe that’s what love really was—not just filling a void, but building something beautiful out of the empty places. He’d become my world, my everything, the person who made me feel safe in a way I never thought I’d feel again. In his arms, I knew I wasn’t alone anymore. And I was ready, achingly ready, to start my happily ever after…with him.

I stared at him, the boy who’d been my constant, my refuge, my home for so long. But he’d also deserted me when I’d needed him the most. And then he’d treated me like I was an afterthought instead of the love of his life.

There’s no love like brotherhood, especially a brotherhood bathed in blood.

She was the only woman I ever loved, and she was the devil I regretted.

I honestly could have gone without knowing that my sister had been in love with a girl whose virginity I took.

I'd always wanted Stellan to be the one who knew what I'd done and who loved me anyway. That had been a dream I'd had when I was younger, a dream that seemed ridiculous now.

Something was so broken in me because I loved these games, and it was my desire that I ran from, not Remington, as I pushed off the wall and fled.

I forgive you, Remington. But if you ever hurt me again, I’m probably going to kill you,” I said lightly. His eyes lit up, fire racing through them. “Holy fuck, I’m in love,

I think I’m falling in love with you, Aurora.” The voice was a whisper that might’ve been a dream.

Fuck, I loved her body. I'd had a lot of sex. And I wasn't going to apologize for that. Because as a result of all that sex, I knew exactly what I liked. I also knew that her body was the most delicious thing I’d ever seen. I found myself aching for her constantly.

There’s nothing someone raised by a serial killer loves like another fucking mystery, after all.

The only way I could ever share you…my obsession…my love," I murmured, watching as her eyes gleamed suspiciously as I said “love”, "is with my brothers," I finished.

Why is it that the people we need to love us the most, never seem to have the capacity to do it?

You know I will. How did I end up so lucky, to be so loved by the psychos?" "Kindred souls," he said. "You know you're a psycho too, deep down.

You know I will. How did I end up so lucky, to be so loved by the psychos?

I never thought I’d see it,” Remington muttered to me as we walked upstairs, “but I think he likes her even better than he liked the McLaren.” “He’s always been protective of his toys.” “I think this goes deeper than that,” Remington grinned, although it wasn’t as bright as his usual smile. “I think our boy’s fallen in love.

I hate you, but I fucking love your cock." He barked out a harsh laugh as his grip tightened on my hair and on my hip as he battered into me. "Squeeze my fucking cock," he ordered, and as if he held my pleasure on a string, I was falling, ecstasy tearing through me as my orgasm hit. "Fucking perfect,

Our love story was in her journals," he said softly, and my breath caught at the emotion in his voice. “Yeah, it was, wasn't it," I replied. I picked at a thread coming loose in my jeans. “And so was hers.

You want me to punish you?" “I want it to hurt." "Hmm. I don't know that you're in a position to be requesting things, love. You’re going to have to beg a little better than that." "Please," she rasped. "I fucking need it.

You were made for me. You love me hurting you just as much as I love hurting you.

Whimpers were flooding the cabin of the car. I was a needy, mindless mess who could care less that I was getting fingered with a dead body in the row behind me. And I loved it.

I hope you come home, Sophia. And I hope wherever you are, even if you already left this earth, I hope you know how very loved you are. Stellan and I are both a mess, but we’re a mess in part because we both adore you. And you’re worth it. I’m glad you were my friend. And I’ll miss you for the rest of my life.

I hope you have a happy life, Delilah. I hope the darkest days are behind you and love and light is in your future. Even if you choose love and light with idiots.

I don’t think our story is a fairy tale by any stretch of the imagination. But that’s okay. Because the heroes in those books don’t destroy the whole world to make the heroine happy. And that’s what I’ll do to make you happy. There isn’t a line I won’t cross, a law I won’t break, a human being I won’t destroy…in order to keep a smile on your face and prove what we have is the realest version of love that could exist. I’m going to make sure there isn’t a day that goes by, for the rest of our lives, that you don’t know you’re everything I’ve ever wanted out of life. That you’re all that exists for me. Without you...I’m nothing.

I love you, I love you, I love you," he panted as he fucked me through the pleasure.

I love you,” I whispered, hot tears flooding my eyes.

Come back to me, Aurora," I said quietly. "Remember that we love each other. That we need each other, even while the rest of the world can burn.

Gabriela. Delilah. Aurora. They loved them all. Maybe it was time I did too.

The world ended for me, then started again in technicolor, on a Tuesday afternoon in fourth grade. And the week after I graduated from college, the lights of the Eiffel Tower brushing against my skin, I was reborn once again. Gabriella, Delilah, Aurora. They loved them all. I may have been born the Demon’s daughter. But they’d made me their queen. And it turned out…being the queen meant a happily ever after that the scared girl in fourth grade would never have believed.

But my four men... They were in love with all of me. The good. The bad. The murderous. Every single inch of me. And they showed me that every day.

I'm going to have to figure out something you don't fucking relish," he muttered. "I don't think there's anything you can do to me that I won't love," I said. "Don't give me a hard on when I have to fight a whole mob family,

Cain turned back just in time to see the man drop, the knife plunging out of his eye. "God, I love you," he said.

Sometimes it hurt being this close to her because all I wanted was for her to be mine. I wanted to latch myself onto her and stitch her to my side so we were never apart. That sounded creepy, but I obviously meant it in the most obsessed, deranged, love-struck way, of course.