I'll never recover if he breaks my heart. ~Brooke

If he's ever loved, if he's even been loved. if he even wants to be. But don't we all want to? Even when you think you don't want to,there's this feeling of waiting in the back of your head. Of waiting for that to happen. To know what it's like and to be swept away.

I learned you can't always count on your life plans to go your way. Sometimes some higher power somewhere has a bigger picture. Puts you where you didn't expect to be. To learn what you need to learn. Life sometimes doesn't run in the cycles it's expected to. We are all here for a blink. Life changes in a blink. We fall in love sometimes, in a blink.

Immeasurably, baby. I love you immeasurably.

I think she is marvelous. She is untouched by politics, unmarred and untainted. She is absolutely, brilliantly humble. Honest, hardworking. And it would be my honor that she accept to be my wife. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a country to govern and a woman to woo.

I want to marry this girl. I want to marry her now.

He’s the president now, but he’s still Matt. My first crush, my first love. And I know that after Matt, I’ll never want or love another man again.

I am in love with the first lady of the United States. At the moment, a dozen vans from District florists are pulling up at the White House, and the staffers are helping me fill up her room. I’m going to ask her to marry me. Today.

She is the one relentless, constant thought in my head and tug in my damn chest. The only she that has ever existed in my life.

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States . . .

You’re . . . their absolute fantasy. Of course I’m jealous. You’re their fantasy and mine.

You once said you might not mind being by the president’s side,” he says. My libido goes crazy under that smile. His words husky, seducing me. The proximity of his mouth to my earlobe making my heart go haywire.“That was before,” I whisper worriedly.He captures my gaze with his powerful one. “Before you fell in love with me, or after?

I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I've already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.

Weak men don't like string men, they remind them of what they failed to be.

Seriously, men.” Gina scowls when she turns back to us. “We’re royalty when they want to fuck. Thrilled to have as much sex as their anatomy allows, and then we’re nothing.Women need a reason to have sex, men just need a place.

Remember you?” I croaked. “I came back for you

Take his name. Because I love him.Because when I look into his eyes, nothing else exists but him. Because even when I don’t look into his eyes, nothing else exists but him.--rachels thought

Lust. It’s not soft like the touch of a raindrop. It’s not easy like floating aimlessly on the water. It’s weighted, and heavy, a spark that catches on the forest of your body. A wildfire.

I've fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?

I can see he thinks he's the ultimate creation, and he seems to believe every woman here is his Eve, created from his ribcage for him to enjoy. I'm both aroused and infuriated, and this is the most confusing feeling I've ever felt in my life." Brooke Dumas, REAL

The heart is a hollow muscle,and it will beat billions of time during our life. About the size of a fist,it has four chambers....How this muscle can house something as emcompassing as love is beyond me.