427 Quotes by Karina Halle

Perry Palomino, kiddo, baby – will you be my wife?

Love is like a thief, it robs you of all thought and logic, and all you have left is a heart that you can only pray is strong enough to survive the rest.

I think sometimes when you love something too much, you’re that much more aware of how much you have to lose.

His expression softens, his hand running through my hair, over my shoulder, down my arm. “Stop pretending I’m not what you need.

But I can’t help the way I feel. Stupid. And in love with my partner.

I don’t tell him this though. I don’t dare. I keep these feelings – I love you, I need you, I crave you – and the fears – you’ll break me, you’ll wreck me, you’ll condemn me – all to myself.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m falling in love with her. Sometimes I wonder how long I can pretend I’m not.

I think I’m losing myself,” I whisper to her after we’ve come, our bodies naked, sweaty and sated, limbs draped over limbs, hands holding onto hands. My throat feels thick, my breath heavy, my words weigh a ton. “Every time I’m inside you, with you, I think I lose a little bit more.” I turn my head to the side to look at her. She’s staring at me with big, wet eyes so full of everything I could ever want from her. “In the end you might have all my pieces,” I tell her. “Please be gentle with them.

I used to dream big. It seemed like somewhere along the way I had forgotten about that. And gave up.