Love Quotes by Lisa Renee Jones

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“Laughter is like crying.”

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“I do not know what to do with the emotions inside me. I do not know how to be this close to…

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“If the person didn't deserve your love in life... they don't deserve your tears in death.”

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“And I dare to believe that it really is. I dare to bet on us again.”

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“I love...being with you.”

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“I've always known we were two puzzle pieces that fit together in a hollow that is our pain. There was a time…

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“This is going to feel like a public flogging.”

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“He wants you. I want you. I can’t walk away from you, Amy, and I have this sense that you could bolt at any minute. And yes, you’re right. I’m being barbaric. And intense. That’s who I am and I can’t be anyone but me. When I want something, I go after it. And baby, I want you, and all…

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“All I know is he's letting me see it, and him, and he is exactly what he preaches. Raw and honest, and intense and I believe in this moment that we are a rainbow of the same colors, none of them bright or beautiful. We are the many shades of gray and black, hoping to find a glimmer of light…

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“Laughter is like crying.”

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“I do not know what to do with the emotions inside me. I do not know how to be this close to someone and…

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“Tell me I helped,” I say, and it’s a demand. I need to know I can be what he needs, that we can get through the darkness together. “You do more than help. You’re the reason I take my next breath.” The hoarse declaration whispers against my lips a moment before he kisses me, the tenderness in the touch of…

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“His mouth comes down on mine, harder now, more demanding, a raw, hungry need in him rising to the surface. “You belong to me,” he growls. “Say it.” “Yes. Yes, I belong to you.” His mouth finds mine again, demanding, taking, drawing me under his spell. “Say it again,” he demands, nipping my lip, squeezing my breast and nipple, and…

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