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“Being annoyed by anything is an anesthetic to grace and goodness. Instead, let annoyance be love that kisses you with broken lips. Only your tenderness toward it is its balm.”

Quote by John de Ruiter

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John de Ruiter
John de Ruiter

John de Ruiter is a renowned author born in 1959. His works cover a range of fields, including literature, philosophy, and psychology. His writing style is unique and highly appreciated by readers. more

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“I just tremble with anxiety when you’re not around, but when you finally arrive, nothing else matters.” I kept the tone of my voice light. I was confused that he was cuddling me with affection instead of answering my angry outburst with a fight. Why did he want to hear all that so badly if he knew that soon it would just be another burden for us? But he wasn’t bothered by any of those things and just went on to kiss me. I felt the taste of the rain and freedom on his warm lips. No one had ever kissed me before. I should have pushed him away. I should have left. And maybe even the lightning should have struck us. But none of those things happened. The world was all the same just a second ago. Only I was different—I felt like dancing.”

“What about your part of the bargain?' 'What?' He leaned closer, his smile turning wicked. 'What about my kiss?' I grabbed his fingers. 'Here,' I said, and slammed my mouth against the back of his hand. 'There's your kiss.' Tamlin roared with laughter, but the world blurred, lulling me to sleep.”

“And then his arms were suddenly around her. For a split second, time stood still for Laurel, and what was more, she wished it to. She wanted to preserve that moment, the moment just before, when everything was still possible and perfect. When the night was bright with anticipation and the promise of a kiss hung in the air between them, filling the room with a hair-raising charge like the feeling just before a bolt of lightning strikes during a terrific thunderstorm. He stepped closer and she breathed in deeply. The scent of a clean masculine soap, the rich spice of an expensive cologne, and beneath it all, the duke himself, earthy, woodsy, and so very male. Laurel’s eyes closed as his body pressed against hers. It was very firm and hard, just as she had imagined it would be. The sensation was intriguing. She could feel his breath on her face. Smell the rich caramel notes of the whisky he had been drinking. He was very close now. Then the moment was over and a new one began, and things would never, ever be the same.”

“(...) —Por Dios, Levi. Mírate..., eres... —no tenía palabras para describir a Levi. Era una pintura rupestre. Era 'El globo rojo'. Se puso de puntitas y lo atrajo hacia sí hasta tener su cara tan cerca que no podía mirarlo a los dos ojos al mismo tiempo—. Eres mágico —dijo. Levi mostró una sonrisa tan inmensa que casi le desaparecieron los ojos. Ella le besó la comisura de los labios y él movió la cabeza para atraparle la boca.”

“Her nose was just millimetres from his, breathing in as she was breathing out. He closed his eyes and decided to go for it. He kissed her and was pleasantly surprised when her lips hungrily accepted his. A warm glow engulfed his body, feelings he had never felt before. She wound her fingers into his hair. His hair curled around her fingers, soft and fine. His soft lips and skin so different from the shaven faces of her abusers. She could taste the apple he had previously eaten on his breath, she couldn’t describe how beautiful it tasted. This was real and was love. All he knew for sure was that right here and now in this dug-out tree, he was falling in love, and he could only hope that he was feeling the same way. For the briefest of moments, the war was over. Hitler, the Hitler Youth, and the hate against Jewish people was gone. Fritz had never felt so happy. Yes, he was cramped, his back and legs stiff; he was hungry, and the worst was yet to come, but for now he was the happiest he had been since he could remember.”