“Patricia: Do you know William Faulkner? Michel: No. Who's he? Have you slept with him?” — Jean-Luc Godard Copy Share Image
I sat down in the sand, breathless with shame and failure. God, I thought, some defender of the weak. Some freedom fighter:… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
He held me against him gently, as if I was glass - as if I could shatter and fall away from him… — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
It was a grey day, that least fleshly of all weathers; a day of dreams and far hopes and clear visions. It… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other. — Jean-Luc Godard Copy Share Image
For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless. — Cassandra Clare 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
What are you doing?" he breathed. "You're going around, stirring up everything." "I've got time on my hands," I shot back, just… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
A true leader always keeps an element of surprise up his sleeve, which others cannot grasp but which keeps his public excited… — Charles de Gaulle Copy Share Image
