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“She threw her head back and released her breath. Her series of chuckles was like a fragmented moan dribbling freely into the climate of a now happier milieu. It had been a while since Mickey’s Pub had heard a noise that could penetrate through buzzing without force, that dominated loud men with earned grace. The first drop of her pearl laughter seeped into Maxwell’s ears and dyed his eardrums pink. For a long time, the maintenance of this color would be his heartfelt mission.”

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Book:The Goodbye Song
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“When someone begins to the lose the glamour they had for us on our first meeting them, we tell ourselves that we have been deceived; that our fantasy cast a halo over them which they are unworthy to bear. It is always possible, however, that the reverse is the case: that our disappointment is due to a failure of our own sensibility which lacks the strength to maintain itself at the acuteness with which it began. People may really be what we first thought them, and what we subsequently think of as the disappointing reality may be the person obscured by the staleness of our senses.”

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Author:W.H. Auden
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“SHE WAS A KNOCKOUT. A stoned fox. I’d never seen her before. Not one of the cutesy Irish Barbie Dolls I normally fell for, this was something of a different class altogether. No disco glam or sparkles or fashionably trashy stripper chic. No make-up or slutty, revealing outfit. No desperate, tits-in-your-face “notice me” B.S. This was something pure and earthy -- fresh as newly cut grass. The smoking-hot girl next door, but yet completely of another world and time. A true classic.”

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Book:KING OF THE NEW YORK STREETS
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“The rest of the crowd was watching the entertainment unfold. Not him, though. He had other things to do. The pretty girl with heart-shaped lips and the sort of curves that made him ache with longing was by herself now, leaving her family and heading away from the beach. He stood up, swinging his haversack over his shoulder and pulling his hat down low. He'd been waiting for an opportunity like this one and he didn't intend to waste it.”

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Book:The Secret Keeper
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“From the first moment he'd seen her, sitting with her friends at a table in the street-corner café, he'd been a goner. He'd looked up from the delivery he was making for the grocer, and she'd smiled at him, just like they were old friends, and then she'd laughed and blushed into her cup of tea, and he'd known that if he lived to be a hundred years old he'd never see a more beautiful vision. It had been the electric thrill of love at first sight. That laugh of hers that made him feel the pure joy he remembered from being a kid; the way she smelled of warm sugar and baby oil; the swell of her breasts beneath her light cotton dress-”

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Book:The Secret Keeper
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“He is tall, dark, and handsome in an understated way. Sports jacket and black jeans. Shiny belt buckle. I am a voyeur, he is my guilty pleasure. Twinkle, twinkle lots of stars when he catches me watching him, our eyes lock in unison, a blush climbs my cheeks. He looks right through me. I feel champagne bubbles in my stomach even though tequila is lacing my veins.”

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Book:Catastrophic Expectations: Sex, Love, and the Pursuit of Marriage
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“The woman turned to him, and he observed she was someone his own age or a bit younger. Dark, wavy hair and large brown eyes behind schoolmarm glasses. A friendly, olive-complected face. Not stereotypically Southern, if there was such a thing. Greek or Spanish maybe. He wasn’t sure. What he did know was that he felt something then. Something that was shapeless and intangible, but neither quality made it—whatever it was—any less there. It was a shifting of his senses or maybe even of reality itself. You turned a corner and a stunning landscape presented itself, and though you yourself had not changed, everything else had for, after you’d seen this new thing, whatever this thing was, you automatically understood the mechanisms of life could not go back to where they had been before. The sight—though it could more properly be called an experience, encompassing all five senses and even ones not yet discovered—rendered everything before it monochrome and matte. John Pressman had only felt this way twice before in his life with a woman, and this time, he felt it at fifty years, four months, and twenty-three days of age. At a greasy spoon in a small town in Mississippi in the summer of 1961.”

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Book:The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen
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“. . .a peal of laughter sounded from within the room where the firelight was. . . .it was a boy’s laughter, and the joy of it called to the unhappy Marianne as nothing in her life had ever called to her before. He was standing on the hearthrug as a lord of creation should, his legs straddling arrogantly, his arms above his head as he stretched himself, his laughter caught up upon a prodigious yawn. He was broad-shouldered, strong, yet possessed of an elegance that was strangely mature, taller than she was but much younger. . .the brilliance of it was entangled in the wildly untidy shock of red-gold curly hair and there seemed sparks in his tawny eyes. His face was round and ruddy, with freckles on the nose, but finely featured. He had full red lips and a deep cleft in his chin, and he showed a great deal of pink tongue as he yawned. His coat and waistcoat of vivid emerald green cloth were stained with seawater and torn linings protruded from the pockets. His white cravat was soiled, the straps that should have fastened his long peg-top trousers beneath his instep had snapped, so that they coiled round his legs like delirious green snakes, and his shoes needed a polish. Never was a male so much in need of female attention or so blissfully unaware of his need. . . .she stood with her back against the door, stiff and ungainly, staring at him with great dark eyes that seemed to devour his face with the intensity of her gaze, and she could not move or speak because her heart was beating so madly that it made her feel sick and faint. Her figure might have delayed to plump itself out into the womanly roundness proper to her age, but her heart did not delay to claim this male creature for her own. She was in love, in love at sixteen, desperately in love, as Juliet was, and with a boy who for all his height and strength and maturity was only a child of thirteen years. It was absurd. But then Marianne was never at any time in the least like other girls.”

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Book:Green Dolphin Street
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“यादों के क़िस्से। ऐसे तो तेरे जुदा होने के पलों में भी मेरे दिल की सांसें ऊपर नीचे होती रहती है लेकिन मिलने की ख़ुशी में कितनी बेचैन रहती हूँ ये तुम्हें भी पता है लेकिन सच कहूँ तो तुमसे ज़्यादा तुम्हारी यादों में रहना अच्छा लगता है , क्योंकि जब भी मिलते है तब थोड़े ही पलों में जुदा हो जाते हैं। वहीं तुम्हारी याद मेरे हर पल में मेरा साथ देती है। तुम्हारी याद मेरे लिए ताजगी होती हैं। तुम्हारी याद मेरी साँस है। तुम्हारी याद मेरी ज़िंदगी की उदास पलों में भी मुझे हँसने का बहाना देती है। हर पल लगता है की तु मेरे कहीं आस पास हो। खुली आँखों से दिखता है ये सपना सच है या फिर तुम कोई आभास हो । लेकिन सच तो यही है कि हक़ीक़त हो या आभास जो भी है मुझे बोहोत पसंद है। क्योंकि इस सपने में तू ही तू है। लोग कहते हैं कि नींद का आना क़ुदरत का वरदान है और नींद न आना अभिशाप है । लेकिन अगर मुझे जो तुम्हारी याद की हर एक पल में जीने की इजाज़त मिले , तो मैं कर दूँ नींद को भी अपने आप से परे। और खोई रहूँ तुम्हारे ही सपनों में। अब हर एक मौसम भी करवट बदल रहा है , क्योंकि इस महके हुए आकाश में भी तेरा अंश कही छलक रहा है। जानते हो कहीं न कहीं तुम्हारी वो मुस्कान को अपनी नींद में लेकर मैं सोती हूँ ।ऐसे ही तो तुम मेरे सपनों में आकर मेरी साँसों को भी नई धड़कन दे कर जाते हो। बस तुम्हारा नाम लिखा ही था कि मेरी आंखें भर आयी है आगे के कैसे लिखूँ मैं अपनी यादों की कविता, कैसे उतारू मैं अपनी क़लम के काग़ज़ के आगे। सुख के सारे वो पल लिखूं या जुदाई के सारे वो ग़म लिखूँ। जुदाई कि वो हर पल लिखना चाहूँ ,तब दिल मेरा हाथ रोके बार बार अक्षरों को मिटाते हुए हो गया मेरा काग़ज़ भी पूरा , और कहें मुझ से क्यों न लिख पाए तुम अपने जुदाई वाले यादों के क़िस्से। अब जब लिखा नाम तुम्हारा कहीं तो महेक उठा मेरा कागज़ भी पुराना अभी । जैसे ही सपनों में आया हो अलग सा ही उजाला कहीं। आख़िरी रास्ता बन के मिल मुझे बस एक तू ही है आधार ये भी तो पता है तुम्हें जान ले तू ये समय की हर चाल को बस मेरी ज़िंदगी के हर एक पल में बसा है तू मेरी धड़कन बन के।”

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Author:Shraddha Dave
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“But Melchior was one of those men who always do the opposite of what is expected of them and of what they expect of themselves. It is not that they are not warned—a man who is warned is worth two men, says the proverb. They profess never to be the dupe of anything, and that they steer their ship with unerring hand towards a definite point. But they reckon without themselves, for they do not know themselves. In one of those moments of forgetfulness which are habitual with them they let go the tiller, and, as is natural when things are left to themselves, they take a naughty pleasure in rounding on their masters. The ship which is released from its course at once strikes a rock, and Melchior, bent upon intrigue, married a cook. And yet he was neither drunk nor in a stupor on the day when he bound himself to her for life, and he was not under any passionate impulse; far from it. But perhaps there are in us forces other than mind and heart, other even than the senses—mysterious forces which take hold of us in the moments when the others are asleep; and perhaps it was such forces that Melchior had found in the depths of those pale eyes which had looked at him so timidly one evening when he had accosted the girl on the bank of the river, and had sat down beside her in the reeds—without knowing why—and had given her his hand.”

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Book:Jean Christophe
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“All along, Thatcher has had a plan: Marry her. He's talked about it with Father Ott. For months, they've gone over the sticky emotional territory. Fiona yearns to be married, and what she really wanted was to marry JZ. But JZ is already married; he had a chance to make things right with Fiona and he blew it. So that leaves Thatcher, who wants to make a pledge of his devotion to this person- his friend, his partner, his first love. She is more his family than his own family. He has planned to marry her all along and she agreed to it only by saying, "At the very end. If nobody else wants us." How ironic, and awful, that this was the summer Thatcher fell in love. He didn't think it was possible- at age thirty-five, as solitary as he liked to be, as devoted to his business and Fiona, as impermeable to romance- and yet, one morning, just as he was wondering where he was going to find the kind of help that would enable him to make it through the summer, there she was. Adrienne Dealey. Beautiful, yes, but he loves Adrienne not because she is beautiful but because she is different. He has never known a woman so free from conceit, vanity, ambition, and pretense. He has never known a woman so willing to show the world that she is a human being. He has never known a woman with such an appetite- a literal appetite, but also an appetite for adventure- the places she's been, unafraid, all by herself. Thatcher loves her in a huge, mature, adult way. He loves her the right way. Now he has to hope that God grants her patience and understanding and faith. Whenever he prays these days, he prays for Adrienne, too.”

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Book:The Blue Bistro
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“Он привык, что вокруг него вьются девушки. Привык очаровывать их, привлекать их взгляды, их своим остроумием. Но ни одна из них не заставляла его чувствовать, как бы это сказать, что ему правда есть до нее дело. Это было что-то вроде игры. Он не понимал почему, но ему всегда казалось, что кто-то шепчет ему, будто время еще не пришло. И вот появилась эта девушка на противоположном берегу пруда, и он почувствовал - что-то воспламенилось у него в груди. Будто маленькое сильное пламя, будто еще одно бьющееся сердце, будто старое любовное письмо, спрятанное и выжженное у него под кожей, а сейчас ожившее от ее взгляда и загоревшееся под сердцем, строчка за строчкой.”

Love At First Sight
Author:Yoav Blum
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