Quote by Ann Aguirre Download Open image ““I never belonged anywhere until I met you,” he said, resting his cheek against my hair.”” — Ann Aguirre ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“Sorry," he said, kissing me lightly once more and brushing my hair from my face. I'd never seen a less sorry person in my… — Annabel Monaghan Copy Share Image
“I would pursue you through any life,” he said against her hair. “You’ll never lose me.” — Joey W. Hill Copy Share Image
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“I was surprised," I said, "to find someone here with you. I'd rather you existed only when I was around.” — Amber Dermont Copy Share Image
“For the record, I want to be anywhere you are," he murmured in her ear, so close he might as well have run his… — Katie Reus Copy Share Image
“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!" The veins in his neck bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even flinch. He… — Jamie McGuire Copy Share Image
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I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Vel once told me that the heart isn't like a cup of water. You can't drain it. It's more like an endless well, and… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“When people stop writing down their stories, the soul the world is lost.” — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“My heart hurt when I remembered him, but the alternative was forgetting, and that was the final kind of death—when nobody told your story… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“These are the results of public security cams at work, recording routinely those who come and go. Apparently, it functions as a wondrous preventative… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
