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I Love Her Quotes

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Charlotte Brontë
“You examine me, Miss Eyre", said he. "Do you think me handsome?"
I should have deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from my tongue before I was aware: "No, sir.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Mohith Agadi
“For Her,
I can travel to the farthest of destinations
I can dive into the deepest of oceans
I can climb the highest of mountains”
Mohith Agadi

“It was never about saying the words to her, it was about watching her react once I had said them”
Dean Mackin

“How happy and energized she looks when it's barely six in the morning. Her hair is tied up in the messiest, sexiest bun, and she's sprinkled in flour. All over her apron, on her arms, her jeans, and the tip of her nose.
My heart slingshots around my chest as I take in the sight of her.
She's so goddamn cute. And sexy. And stunning. And every other word that exists to describe just how amazing a person can look.”
Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

Petra Hermans
“My own mother, she is very courageous.”
Petra Hermans

“How easily she shifted from bold when she told off that woman to kind and sweet when she helped put Henry at ease by feeding him and chatting about books. Witnessing that makes my heart beat faster. All the bones in my rib cage shake.”
Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

“I'm here for you, Max. Always."
Those words. Every time she says them, they land like an arrow to my heart. They're a reminder that I've got her in my corner. And I want her to know that I'll be there for her too. Always.
"I'm here for you too, Joelle. Always, no matter what."
The way she melts into my body softens me. I'm head over heels for this woman, and I fucking love it.
Love.
The word echoes in my mind.
I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head. For a quiet minute we just hold each other. I close my eyes and relish the feel of her against me.
Without her I'd...
The thought cuts off in my head.
Without Joelle.
Just imagining that scenario has me panicking.
Love.
An unfamiliar ache claims my throat as my heart races.
Love.
It rings louder in my head until it's the only word I know.
Love.
I glance down at Joelle, cuddled into my chest, blinking slowly, her delicate shoulders rising with each breath she takes. And that's when it hits me. I don't ever want to know a life without Joelle. Because I'm in love with her.
The thought lands like a brick to the head, but in the best way. Because the impact of that realization leaves me in a daze. It's like I'm floating. The most thoughtful, beautiful, kind, funny, and loyal person I've ever met---and she's with me.
And I love her.”
Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

“Soon she comes back into focus. The flicker in her eyes, the most angelic smile, pure tenderness and joy in her expression as she gazes up at me. I'm toast. I've lost all words except for one.
Love.
I ache to say it as water rains around us, creating the most surreal shield. Nothing and no one can penetrate this bubble we've created for ourselves.
But before I can utter a word, she places her hands on my shoulders and pulls me down to her mouth. Another slow, long, teasing kiss. It goes on for more seconds than I can count, until all I can hear is the thud of my heartbeat in my ears and the sound of our pants. And then I decide that this is a perfect moment on its own, these seconds where there are zero words exchanged between us, where it's just our bodies expressing what we feel for each other.”
Sarah Echavarre Smith, The Boy With the Bookstore

“Laying here with you
On this couch.
Lost in this quiet sacred cove
We’ve come to call our own.
Just you and I, no outside world to contend with.
Skin to skin, I wander in search of your heart.
With every intention of getting lost.
Come what may, if I become thirsty
I have your lips to replenish me.
The intimacy of drinking water together,
You fill me, as forever long we get to lay here.
An eternity more when I must leave.
The outside world continues.
Here in the quiet sacred cove of your arms
I am safe and without worry.
Here in the quiet sacred cove of your arms
I have found your heart.
And threw away any claims to a map.
There isn’t a need to discover what’s been there
The whole time
And that is your love.”
Kewayne Wadley, Twelve Midnight

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