Sandra Moreira

“My God, he thought. Just two days in Beth Pickering’s company and he’d begun using poetic language, telling inane jokes, and even veering dangerously close to thoughtfulness. Much more of this and he might become gentle.”
― India Holton

“Angel was too feeble a word for her. She was heaven entire, embodied in a woman’s body. She was every superlative in every ridiculous emotional dictionary printed in a man’s heart.”
― India Holton, The Ornithologist's Field Guide to Love

“To my unsuspecting love.
When I look into your eyes, I lose all sense of time and place. Reason robbed, clear thought erased, I am lost in the paradise I find within your gaze.
I long to touch your blushing cheek, to whisper in your ear how I adore you, how I have lost my heart to you, how I cannot bear the thought of living without you.
To be so near to you without touching you is agony. Your blindness to my feelings is a daily torment, and I feel driven to the edge of madness by my love for you.
Where is your compassion when I need it most? Open your eyes , Love, and see what is right before you: that I am not merely a friend, but a man deeply, desperately , in love with you.
Longing for you.”
― Julianne Donaldson, Edenbrooke

“But instead he found himself fighting back the desire to buy some beeswax polish and offer to polish her furniture until it shone. And the fact that this wasn’t a metaphor disturbed him considerably.”
― India Holton, The Ornithologist's Field Guide to Love