Gravity Tal Bauer Quotes

Is this what falling in love really is? Discovering pieces of yourself inside another person? Finding that half of your heart lives within another?

I will spend eternity Figuring out how to take the stars from the sky And spread them like sand scattered at your feet

It's like I can't escape him. Et non, I do not want to. He can trap me in his gravity pour toujours.

If there's a transferrable skill from hockey to real life, sweeping and mopping are it.

I never knew I was chasing something Until I couldn’t catch you in my dreams Oh, I see you at midnight And I wish I could reach you I wish I could tell you I wish I was enough for you—

I'll cradle his hopes and keep them safe until he can take hold of them again. I'll build scaffolds for his dreams, too, and I will lift him on my shoulders until he can touch the stars.

Tell me anything you want Whisper to me your dreams And I will spend eternity Figuring out how to take the stars from the sky And spread them like sand scattered at your feet Tell me how to make your heart race Tell me how to make you smile Let me write you a love story Let me give you my heart Let me empty the oceans for you

Jacques calls. “If he's screaming, then there's air moving!

Nineteen hockey players descend on the hospital's workout and rehab facilities, and for two hours, we share space with little old ladies and gentlemen in physical rehab,

We play a game entirely of fantasy, like how young boys play when they’re alone.

This is the man I have been missing. Not my hero. Not the man from the posters on my teenage

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Is this all a dream? Is this truly happening? Did your lips touch mine? Did you really kiss me? And say you wanted me? I want to be reckless

Again, I see myself reflected in the surroundings. In the emptiness. In the solitude. In the fragile hope of these blossoms

Let me write you a love story

After all, how lucky can a superstition be if every team in the playoffs stops shaving and every team—but one—ends up losing the Cup?

walls. The real Bryce, the man from midnights and empty drives and lonely rivers, and the man who looked me in the eyes and dared to risk everything because, somehow, I made his heart beat faster.

I would kiss your eyes before you fall asleep I would cradle your hand in mine and hold you tight to me I would whisper to you every day You might be the love of my life And maybe you were made for me—

This is the man I have been missing. Not my hero. Not the man from the posters on my teenage walls. The real Bryce, the man from midnights and empty drives and lonely rivers, and the man who looked me in the eyes and dared to risk everything because, somehow, I made his heart beat faster.

I want to make promises I want to give you forever. I want to give you everything. I want to climb inside a clock and control the hands of time I want to fly forward and know How many hours do we have? How long will your smile last when you look my way? How long will I hold your hand? For a lifetime or a day?

Calisse, that’s a madhouse.” He sighs. “Alors, what are you doing after this?”  Going back to my room to relive tonight and etch it into my memories forever. Stare at my ceiling with a sixteen-year-old’s wonder, and remember what it felt like when he looked at me and smiled across the ice. I wear your number, too. “Umm, not much,” I mumble.

We're not roommates. Bryce and Slava have been roommates for three years, and I was paired with Janne when I joined the team. It sucks to be apart from him, but right now, it's what we need to do. No other teammate is allowed to spend the night with their significant other on the road. There are ways a team keeps itself linked, and one way is shared and equal treatment. Would resentment build if Bryce and I have what no one else gets?

He can trap me in his gravity pour toujours.