Paramour Quotes

“Your memory feels like home to me.
So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I believe in love at first sight…
But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see
the person they truly are.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“Though I never really had you….
… to me you will always be the one that got away.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I’d never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again – I still could hardly believe it was true.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“Though it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I know he wasn’t perfect…
But he did the best impression of it I’ve ever seen.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I believe in love at first sight…
But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see the person they truly are.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine… but feeling like I stumbled.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“Some women would not cheat, and some would not have cheated, had they each married a man whom they love … or at least like.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“A woman is at heart – a wild creature.
But the creature itself … that depends on you.
(His wild rabbit – your wild horse)”
― Ranata Suzuki

“He became a dark paramour, her muse, and she knew that muses had a tendency to kill those they inspired. She could feel him seeping into her, like the chill. She knew she would never be rid of him now. She was his forever, and she didn't even know what he was thinking of.”
― Jennifer Megan Varnadore

“But that was the most dangerous part, as well as the most alluring. She wanted to feel him take her to that edge. The edge where life met death, where colour met the absence of it, where light met the darkness. She wanted him to bring her to this brink, and she wanted him to let her fall. Why? She longed for self-destruction. She longed to let him show her his darkest, so that she could save him. She had the delusion, no...she was disillusioned. She knew the truth. She also knew that loving him and wanting to save him, to be some sick twisted heaven sent angel was her truest wish. She knew that she could do no saving. She couldn't even save herself, how could she save someone else?

She wanted to encapture his heart. She wanted to destroy it, and she wanted to burn him down. Why? So she could watch him as he writhed in the ashes, and became something new. She wanted to watch him rebirth himself in those flames and ashes, like a pheonix would. Why would she want this of him? Why...because she simply could. She wanted to destroy their love, him and her along with it. She wanted to savor it forever. Some beast inside her, wanted nothing more than their destruction, so that it could smile in that darkness. That darkness within her, wanted him like nothing else could matter. She would die for his darkness, so she could bring him to the light. However, she was far from the light herself. She wanted to trade herself in for someone better than she was. She wanted to give him something in her that was pure and innocent. He knew better than that. So did she. They were drawn to each other, because they were darkness, and their darkness was a powerful force. Together they could destroy each other, along with everything else that stood in their way.”
― Jennifer Megan Varnadore

“What else draws man to a woman than his desire to access her persona specifics; and once drawn, won’t she bare her veiled assets for her fancied man to dabble with her private accounts? But then, after a few of his jaunts to her favoured joint, what else would be left in her for her lover to explore and for her to offer? Thus, thereafter, how could she cater to his need for variety and what else she could conjure up to sustain her enticement? Oh, the poor thing, seeing his interest in her wane, won’t she turn more so eager to keep him in good humor? But then, the more she gives him; even more she satiates him, and its only time before she finds her paramour bypass her favours for lesser flavours.”
― B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

“And when he refused to tell her he loved her after having sex, she broke all the dishes until her arms bled and the medics took her away. And he sat and blew Arabesques of smoke.”
― Alan Kaufman , Matches: A Novel