130 Quotes About Time-travel-romance

Beauty is the moment when time vanishes. Beauty is the space where eternity arises.

If we seek for the best times to act, we may miss some opportunities. We must seize the moment and make it great.

Inch by inch it's all a cinch, by the yard it's hard. Go for it -- no matter how slow or long the process seems at first.

For Love...Real Love...The Kind Of Love That Lasts Forever...

I want to see your dreams,” he explained. “I want to share them with you, and have you share mine as well. I don’t want them hidden in a book. I want them lived together, even—no, especially--when that’s hard.

Ebony!" The shout was desperate as the look on the man's face. She looked down, only to realize she hung off a ledge, no landing in sight. Fire glowed from every tree and blade of grass around her. "Don't you let go," he pleaded. "I can't reach--" she strained harder, but the ledge collapsed beneath her grasp. "Don't let--" "No!" Her fingers slipped, then she plunged into the darkness.

Pulling the threadbare sheet over her shoulder, she rolled onto her side away from him. Cries, deep and gun-wrenching built in her chest, threatening to steal away what air was left in her lungs. She didn't care that Bucket Man sat a foot away, witnessing her lose what grip she had left on reality. She had nothing. Her memory was gone and she was already half dead. Her only friend was agony, and she was the daughter of a monster.

Even the bruising couldn't disguise the strength of his features. His jaw, cheekbones, nose and--even his forehead--nothing was lacking in confidence about him--in the looks or personality department. What she wouldn't give to have his confidence. And absolution of guilt.

His chest rose and fell, his face oddly peaceful in sleep. It was strange, having the bane of her existence, keeping watch over her while she slept--and not in a jail cell.