Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it. — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
Don't make me regret this", I said breathless. "You haven't regretted me once. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“You do not command me. The silence went on and on, painful and breathless, like a singer overreaching to finish a phrase.… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“It becomes a game, whispered and breathless. "I hide who I am." "I fight with the dead." "I lie to the living."… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“What question?" I ask, breathless. "Whether you're as beautiful in the morning as you are during the rest of the day.” — Sophie Jordan Copy Share Image
“Seeing my breathless reaction causes him to break out with a smug grin. “That was our first official kiss as a couple.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I get so breathless, when you call my name, I've often wondered, do you feel the same? There's a chemistry, energy, a… — Corinne Bailey Rae Copy Share Image
“He’d misspoken. She wasn’t a blow. She was a hydrogen bomb directly aimed at his solar plexus.” — Kelly Moran Copy Share Image
There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself… — Howard Thurman Copy Share Image
don't make me regret this" I said, breathless. " You haven't regretted me once". He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Nathan was shirtless. His muscular, tanned body left me breathless. He wore red sport shorts, and was barefoot. His reddish brown hair… — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
As he was pummeled into one tight spot after another, emerging each time breathless and in amazed chagrin, Bryan flushed, with spots… — E. Haldeman-Julius Copy Share Image
New Year's eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of… — Hamilton Wright Mabie Copy Share Image
The scars of your love remind me of us they keep me thinking that we almost had it all the scars of… — Adele Copy Share Image
In these days when science is clearly in the saddle and when our knowledge of disease is advancing at a breathless pace,… — Harvey Cushing Copy Share Image
Life, for the most part, inevitably becomes routine, the random confluence of timing and fortune that configures its components all but forgotten.… — Jonathan Tropper Copy Share Image
By our uncritical pursuit of relevance we have actually courted irrelevance; by our breathless chase after relevance without a matching committment to… — Os Guinness Copy Share Image
Love Is a curious thing. Sometimes it barrels into you, leaves you breathless. Other times, it comes in- to your life, a… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The poems in Helena Mesa’s virtuosic first book, Horse Dance Underwater, run with such speed, verve, and alacrity they leave you breathless,… — Michael Collier Copy Share Image
I'm going to enjoy every second, and I'm going to know I'm enjoying it while I'm enjoying it. Most people don't live;… — Jean Webster Copy Share Image
the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he… — John Green Copy Share Image
Naturally, we are inclined to be so mathematical and calculating that we look upon uncertainty as a bad thing...Certainty is the mark… — Oswald Chambers Copy Share Image
Just that, is one of those uncommon moments, those times when you don't wish for something else, for even one thing to… — Deb Caletti Copy Share Image
A beautiful smile leaves me breathless, a beautiful heart makes me love... — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The church always arrives on the scene a little breathless and a little late. — Bernard Lonergan Copy Share Image
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
