Poetry quotes Quote by Danabelle Gutierrez Download Open image ““He loved me like thick molasses on a summer's day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.”” — Danabelle Gutierrez ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry quotes
“You made me feel what summertime really is. Underneath what's bright, you knew the hot dark rasp of it.” — Ava Dellaira Copy Share Image
“His scent, the scent of spring, warm and hopefuly as the sunlight that filled this place, poured through me.” — Andrea Cremer Copy Share Image
“We have a love so pure that it makes snow seem yellow. (Don’t eat it!)” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“He was hard lines, chiseled flesh, bronzed skin. I was a marshmallow melting in a cup of cocoa.” — T.J. Klune Copy Share Image
“….. The air smelled of sweet ocean, a special thing. As a little girl she’d identified a half dozen ways the sea could smell,… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
“She had always thought of love as something confused and furtive, and he made it as bright and open as the summer air.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“I loved every part of him. The smell of his skin, the scar on his cheek, the feel of his fingers pressing into my… — Anna Carey Copy Share Image
“It was one of those summers you’re nostalgic for even before it passes. Pale, bled skies. Thunderstorms in the night. Sour-smelling dawns. It brought… — Kevin Barry Copy Share Image
“The sun on my cheek became the touch of a warm hand, the gentle breeze in my hair his his breath as he whispered… — Liz Trenow Copy Share Image
“The liquid was delightfully warm, and I strode in until it was deep enough to swim out a few strokes and casually tread in… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.” — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“there are only so many things that you can fix with your hands. ...What they don't realize is I am not a thing to… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“When he asks you why you chose alone all these years. Tell him that it’s because you love with all claws and bared teeth.… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“But when I think of us, in the quiet when I'm on my own, I think of Beauty and the Beast. I, being the… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“Cultivate the distance. Nurture the silence. Let it grow until your fragile heart is as far and inaccessible as his marbled emotions. Don't talk.… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning. — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“i hope that whoever you are wherever you are and no matter how you are feeling you will always have something to smile about.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“So this is love: the Sculptor’s chisel. And stone, which in its whole life does not utter a single word, suddenly sings.” — Milan Rúfus Copy Share Image
“It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”. In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.” — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“If Erik existed and lived life in despair, We wish him to know we are here and we care.” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign,… — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“i want to stay curled and cosied and chocolated…forever in my mother’s arms.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image