With a snarling face, fangs and blood red eyes, she had lunged at him and secured her mouth to his throat before he had even had time enough to scream. It had been the most terrifying moment of his life. Only two thoughts had occupied his mind; surviving to see Angela again, and the sensation of hearing his own heart beat fade away. Amelia had fed from him for what felt like hours, but that he knew couldn’t have been very long, as Angela never came to see what had become of him. He lay in the dirt, with Amelia hunched over his limp body, with the sound of his own, failing breath in his ears and the bloodthirsty sound of someone sucking out his blood.
— Elaine WhiteTo the romantic soul, the rituals of Valentine's Day echo every day of the year.
— Richelle E. GoodrichI promise you that I will steal your heart and keep it in the prison of my love forever.
— Debasish MridhaJace looked as if she had slapped him. 'Why are you determined not to believe us?'Because she loves you,' said Valentine.Clary felt the blood drain out of her face.
— Cassandra ClareIf my Valentine you won't be,I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
— Ernest HemingwayCHOCOLATE DAY POEM:'Chocolate, dark or light..Makes me smile bright.Chocolate, whether speak or not..If it’s love, it conveys a lot.But when you’re.. Not there with me..It’s just a piece.. Of sugar candy.It’s you, who makes it sweeter..I love it with you, even if it’s bitter.So be there always.. Stay forever..I can’t think of life.. Without you ever...O girl, O girl, O.. O.. Girl.. You be mine..You are my choco-life..You be my.. Valentine...Just be mine.. O O.. Valentine!!!
— VikrmnTo love is the supreme right of the human heart.
— Debasish MridhaYou're the most beautiful and delightful moon in my sky.
— Debasish MridhaA true friend fills our lives with the aroma of love.
— Debasish MridhaI remembered Daemon's feather soft kisses on my cheek, and I remembered the clouds parting and the sun shining on a cold February day in Ireland. And as my baby girl was laid on my chest and my husband held my hand, I saw my best friend Kat walk into the sun kissed part in the clouds, hand in hand, along with the last regrets of my past.
— Rebecca Boucher