Mirella Muffarotto Quotes

I tried to hate you, to forgive you, all just to forget you, but I'm only capable of loving you. You're tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper you sink in.

I don't know anything about other clubs and the national team, and I don't care about them either.... I love the guy, not the soccer player.

Most people think that love doesn't stand the test of time – that it is eternal only as long as it lasts – but love is an unquenchable flame. It is only the fires of momentary desire that burn too fast and go out far too quickly without leaving behind a single trace.

This unrequited love business was driving him crazy. It was a feeling that took you over, mind, body, and soul. Worse than a drug that tore apart your flesh and spirit, and without which you simply could not live.

Marika was a book nerd and had a TBR pile taller than her. She was a sucker for YA

She's my best friend, and I'm hers. Nothing needs to change between us." He was afraid, not because he thought she wasn't the one. He was terrified, because he knew she was.

I've always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at the Pigafetta Stadium." He kept his distance because he wanted her too much. "And ever since that day, I knew that you were in love with another guy, and that he would sooner or later feel the same way I did." Cutting ties with her was excruciatingly painful. "I just hoped that he would be stupid enough to let me have you," he gasped. "But he wasn't.

She was afraid of giving in to that overwhelming, absolute, unconditional love, a love that had shown her the route to heaven, but which had also taught her how much one could suffer, to the point where even the sound of your own tears became deafening.

Your soul can't inhabit another person's body.

Everything around her was in a fog; the intense light that always shone in his aqua blue eyes was the only thing in focus, but it was suddenly unknown... different... almost embarrassing.

But you're right about one thing: he's my best friend. I know him very well, and no matter what he said or did tonight, I've never seen him act this way with another girl. No one," he repeated, "except you.

No, don't do that! Marika, don't play that game with me." An unfamiliar chill took over his body, burning him from the inside out. "Otherwise we're just going to hurt each other." His clear eyes glowed like incandescent ice. "Don't ask me to give it all up unless that's really what you want, because I could do it for you." He knew that he could leave it all behind if that's what she asked of him. "Look at me!" He was offering her more than she had the right to expect. "Forget San Carlo for just one second and tell me what you feel."
She couldn't look him in the eyes and say goodbye.

Marika was a huge book nerd, a sucker for YA, and had a TBR pile taller than her.

The French poet Mallarmé claimed that "everything in the world exists to end up in a book," and if that's true, and that even every boy is a book, Federico was undoubtedly created by the pen of Keats or some other tormented Romantic poet; while Matteo was pure passion, like Shakespeare's Romeo: spontaneous, intense, and impetuously real.

It's absurd how crazy love can make you...
...but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you!

You two are bound to one another. You always have been … and you can't run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are going to follow you.

I'd do anything for her if she really wanted me to. I would even walk away from the chance of a lifetime if she asked me to... and I could even be happy about it.