San Francisco Quotes

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1. “The more you love,the more love you have to give.It's the only feeling we have which is infinite...”

Tags : Art Christina Westover Courtney Love Family Relationships Gay Jealousy Kurt Cobain Lesbian Love Story Murder Music Precipice Psychological Suspense San Francisco Sibling Rivalry
Source : Precipice

2. “All I want is to sleep--to dream. Life is better in dreams.”

Tags : Christina Westover Dreams Literary Fiction Literary Quotes Poisoning Sylvie San Francisco Sleep Women S Fiction
Source : Poisoning Sylvie

3. “It angered him that his sexuality was an issue at all. As far as he was concerned, who he decided to sleep with was his business alone.”

Tags : Christina Westover Gay Homosexuality Kurt Cobain Lesbian Lgbt Love Precipice San Francisco Sexual Diversity Sexuality Virgil Daly
Source : Precipice

4. “It's an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco.It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world”

Tags : Hiding People Places San Francisco Tales Of The City
Author : Oscar Wilde

5. “Besides,love is only a feeling.”

Tags : Christina Westover Literary Quote Love Mainstream Fiction Poisoning Sylvie Psychology San Francisco Women S Fiction
Source : Poisoning Sylvie

6. “..giving power to negative thoughts or fears was bringing ideas to life in physical world,idea in mind became emotion in heart,emotion turned into words spoken,written,painted,strummed across guitar strings,or vibrantly held note by Tibetan singing bowl, thoughts affected physical world.”

Tags : Art Auras Beatnik Chakras Christina Westover Emotion Energy Manipulation Fiction Guitar Negative Thoughts Personal Power Photography Physical World Poetry Power Of Ideas Power Of Thoughts San Francisco Telepathy Tibetan Singing Bowl
Source : The Man Who Followed Jack Kerouac

7. “They're auras, Davey. I see them, too. The longer you stare at them, the wider the energy field expands until more colors begin to show themselves.”

Tags : Auras Beatnik Chakras Christina Westover Colors Energy Field Energy Manipulation Jack Kerouac Literature In Translation Poetry San Francisco Telepathy
Source : The Man Who Followed Jack Kerouac

8. “Shared emotions experienced by two souls,empathy on unequivocal level which Davey believed would change entire species of mankind if only secret of empathy could be telepathically shared with humanity,one soul after another, until every soul understood true meaning of love.”

Tags : Beatnik Chakras Christina Westover Empathy Fiction Humanity Jack Kerouac Love Photography Poetry San Francisco Soul Telepathy
Source : The Man Who Followed Jack Kerouac

9. “Defining moment in new telepathist's life, moment when intuitive individual learns most of society isn't telepathic, doesn't see auras,doesn't know what life on ethereal astral plane is like.”

Tags : Astral Plane Auras Awakening Beatnik Christina Westover Energy Manipulation Fiction Jack Kerouac Literature Photography Poetry San Francisco Telepathy
Source : The Man Who Followed Jack Kerouac

10. “Doomed to Hell. Every last one of you.”

Tags : Daughters Immigrants Mothers Mystery San Francisco Scotland
Author : June Ahern
Source : The Skye in June

11. “However, in this city (San Francisco) that prides itself in being so progressive, it feels like we need to go back and master something both simple as well as incredibly complex – each other. We can learn to embrace our differences without making them a joke or a spectacle.”

Tags : Humanity Race Relations San Francisco
Author : Crystal Sykes

12. “For every criminal mastermind, there were ten cretins: the cruel algebra of intelligence applied across the masses.”

Tags : Crime Fiction San Francisco Stupidity
Author : John Nardizzi
Source : Telegraph Hill

13. “This other time, Attikol had the streets of San Francisco rearranged just so this lady's favorite show The Streets of San Francisco would be more accurate.”

Tags : San Francisco Tv
Author : Rob Reger
Source : The Lost Days

14. “Lily liked the fog, and didn't even mind the cold wind. She reckoned that Ocean Beach, the dunes there, and the Sunset were the closest San Francisco was going to come to the foreboding, wind-swept moors of England, where she had aspired to suffer romance and heartache when she was a kid. The foghorn, however, rather than a lonesome lament that conjured images of Heathcliff's dark figure, waiting with clenched jaw on the moor for her to bring light and warmth into his life, sounded like a distressed moose tied up in her neighbor's garage, having his nut sack singed with jumper cables at a precise interval calculated to keep her from falling asleep. Which, in turn, made her think of what complete douche bags people could be when all you wanted to do was borrow a defibrillator. Then she was awake and angry.”

Tags : Goth Heathcliff Humor San Francisco
Source : Secondhand Souls

15. “It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.”

Tags : California San Francisco Travel
Author : Jack Kerouac
Source : On the Road

16. “Energy manipulation took place completely in mind,same way believing in telepathy caused telepathic abilities to grow STRONGER.”

Tags : Adept Art Chakras Christina Westover Energy Manipulation Fiction Imagination Inspirational Jack Kerouac Literature Poetry San Francisco Telepathist Telepathy
Source : The Man Who Followed Jack Kerouac

17. “Maybe I'll go where I can see stars, he said to himself as the car gained velocity and altitude; it headed away from San Francisco, toward the uninhabited desolation to the north. To the place where no living thing would go. Not unless it felt that the end had come.”

Tags : Escape San Francisco
Source : Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

18. “Belize: Hell or heaven? [Roy indicates "Heaven" through a glance]Belize: Like San Francisco.Roy Cohn: A city. Good. I was worried... it'd be a garden. I hate that shit.Belize: Mmmm. Big city. Overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind, and a gray high sky full of ravens.Roy Cohn: Isaiah.Belize: Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths.Roy Cohn: And a dragon atop a golden horde.Belize: And everyone in Balencia gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome. And you ain't there.Roy Cohn: And Heaven?Belize: That was Heaven, Roy.”

Tags : Angels In America Drama Heaven San Francisco
Author : Tony Kushner
Source : Angels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes

19. “Hey!" I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. "I was talking to him!"Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. "No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again, the difference is small, but I think it matters.”

Tags : Fantasy Humor San Francisco
Source : A Local Habitation

20. “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco”

Tags : San Francisco
Author : Mark Twain

21. “I have seen purer liquors, better segars, finer tobacco, truer guns and pistols, larger dirks and bowie knives, and prettier courtesans here in San Francisco than in any other place I have ever visited; and it is my unbiased opinion that California can and does furnish the best bad things that are available in America.”

Tags : History Knives San Francisco Vice
Author : Hinton Helper

22. “What about San Francisco?""What about it?""Did you like it?"She shrugged. "It was O.K.""Just O.K.?"She laughed. "Good God!""What?""You're all alike here.""How so?" he asked."You demand adoration for the place. You're not happy until everybody swears undying love for every nook and cranny of every precious damn --""Whoa, missy.""Well, it's true. Can't you just worship it on your own? Do I have to sign an affadavit?"He chuckled. "We're that bad, are we?""You bet your ass you are.”

Tags : San Francisco

23. “In the wee small hours, California Highway One north of Half Moon Bay is about as desolate as it gets. The narrow, twisting road was etched from sheer cliff faces that towered above me on the right and dropped away a hundred feet to the Pacific Ocean on my left.A soggy wool blanket of San Francisco's famous fog hung a few feet above the roadway, obscuring the stars and dribbling tiny spots of mist on my windshield. My headlights bored through the gap between road and fog, drilling an endless tunnel through the darkness.So far as I could tell, there were only two other cars on the entire planet that night—actually, one car and a produce truck. They'd flashed by, one after the other, heading south just past Moss Beach. Their headlights glared in my eyes and made the road seem even narrower, but half an hour later, I was wishing for more signs of life just to help keep my drooping eyelids from slamming shut altogether. It was the wrong thing to wish for.She appeared suddenly out of the fog on the opposite side of the road. Only, she wasn't in a car. This gal was smack dab in the middle of the southbound lane and running for all she was worth. She wore a white dress and no coat, and that was about all I had time to take in before she was gone and I was alone in the endless tunnel again.”

Tags : Historical Mystery San Francisco
Author : H.P. Oliver
Source : Goodnight, San Francisco

24. “The only way we know summer is coming is by the more chilling winds, the increased dust, the tawny color of the hills, and the general dying look of things.”

Tags : California San Francisco
Source : West Coast Journeys: 1865-1879 The Travelogue of a Remarkable Woman

25. “world is a drama, we are the actors with our play role”

Tags : San Francisco
Source : Too Politically Sensitive

26. “After the Second World War, San Francisco was the main point of re-entry for sailors returning from the Pacific. Out at sea, many of these sailors had picked up amatory habits that were frowned upon back on dry land. So these sailors stayed in San Francisco . . .”

Tags : Homosexuality San Francisco United States Navy World War Ii
Source : Middlesex

27. “The deaf people there with balloons, holding them up and feeling the vibrations of the balloons to the Germs, all these fuckin' great bands, and using these balloons and dancing around. For a tough old punk, it just made your heart -- it gave you that beautiful feeling. They loved the music, and we were making money for them.”

Tags : Deaf Club Music Punk San Francisco
Author : Jack Boulware

28. “If you ask me, houses shouldn't have been built down here. These little block-long streets cease abruptly at the open space that remains on the side of the hill, and the hill is angry that development has crept so close. It whips these pathetic homes with a battering, constant wind. It sends soggy clouds to sit damply atop the roofs, trickling stagnant moisture, birthing deep green molds. It sends its monsters, the horrifying Jerusalem crickets, up from the soil to invade basement apartments, looking like greasy, translucent alien insects. They drive me crying into the bathroom to strategize their eviction from my home.”

Tags : Bernal Heights San Francisco
Author : Michelle Tea

29. “Our eyes locked,yours loaded -mine hid;between corroded heartbeats, and the muddied silence,that hindered voices,that travel the speed of whimpers,through the telephone wires -towards lifetimes, that are collapsing, into the static, of haunted dial-tone goodbyes. You will remember those numbers, they're carved into your bones.There was no modus operandi, no manual book, no recipe to master - when it came to chiseling the rust off of our cloud-to-heart - muddied thunder, and hurried lightning smile - baked at 400FWe bare our teeth like lightning flashing, we bare our skin like intervals of lightning bursts, we wave our white flags in solidarity, with all the other lovers ghosts - in painful surrender -shining a light back to where they stored they're silver-plated eyes, on a 3am, a lovers a ghost looks a lot likea lighthouse poking holes in fog, with rusty coppered specs,shining background music above I saw you there, in the crowd - the moment lulled in half-delight and then became haunting.I think I heard your voice there.crumble like static radio waves traveling at the speed of goodbye throughthe telephone wires.I think i saw you picking up your copperhead smile,becausw i could've sworn your hisses were brushing,along me skin, biting at my neck, the way the wind whickers through the trees. We were half-moons rising,and together we created tidal waves on the shorelines of the ghost sea,more muddied with lovers ghosts, than the San Francisco Bay, muddied with smog.”

Tags : Breakup Ghosts Goodbye Heartbroken Love Lust San Francisco Slam Poetry
Author : Amber Dawn H.

30. “If there was any beauty in that hushed & recitent town, it was when the moon beamed off of your smile, & how that rusty town caged itself in, away from the smog and city haze.Rather haunted by itself, than be blanketed by, the smog and haze SomewhereDownin the san francisco bay, Or along the Vancouver freeways, where we used to watch headlightsthrough heavy smoke -inhaled as a fast paced blur -exhales that honked and shivered restless.We watched headlights shine, from the crossover above, enclosed inside the torn, chained fencing. The billaboards replace mountains there,the moon only half shines - almost too faint to shine lighton the passing lanes, and season changes. We explored the depths of each other, more than we explored any city or town, that smiled in half delight to see us driving in. We were covered by the stars, sometimes comet tails - in weepy little towns, where We stretched our smiles towards the sky -the sky extending his smile back down - sometimes on the nights of deep reverie,it'd crease into the form of Aurora Borealis, staining our west coast. Sometimes on the outskirts of the city lights, you can see it,curving into a radiant green.”

Tags : Goodbye Heartbreak Love Love Quotes Northern Lights Poetry San Francisco Slam Poetry Verse Novel
Author : Amber Dawn H.

31. “Okay, so we know that someone at your place of work hacked into this laptop. That's what we know, that's all we know; let's not jump to conclusions...yet." "Unless...it's backward...”

Tags : Cass Clowns Corporate Espionage Cybercrime Dandelions Ezra Fbi Frogs Mac Mel Paris Promis Software Russia San Francisco Sonoma Spencer Suspense Action The Paris Club Wine Wine Country
Source : A Vetted Asset

32. “In late 1985, the Reagan White House blocked the use of CDC money for education, leaving the US behind other Western nations in telling its citizens how to avoid contracting the virus. Many Americans still thought you could get AIDS from a toilet seat or a glass of water. According to one poll, the majority of Americans supported quarantining AIDS patients.This heightened awareness set off waves of anxiety across the country, which was often express through jokes (Q: What do you call Rock Hudson in a wheelchair? A: Roll-AIDS!) and violence. Between the years 1985 and 1986, anti-gay violence increased by 42 percent in the US. Even in San Francisco, where Greyhound buses still dropped off gay men and women taking refuge from the prejudice of their hometowns, carloads of teenagers would drive through the Castro looking for targets.In December 1985, a group of teenagers, shouting “diseased faggot” and “you’re killing us all,” dragged a man named David Johnson from his car in a San Francisco parking lot. While his lover looked on in horror, the teenagers kicked and beat Johnson with their skateboards, breaking three of his ribs, bruising his kidneys, an gashing his face and neck with deep fingernail scratches.”

Tags : Ableism Aids Chronic Illness Hiv Homophobia Lgbtq Politics Ronald Reagan San Francisco Violence
Author : Alysia Abbott
Source : Fairyland: A Memoir of My Father

33. “The city of San Francisco engulfed their view through the front windshield. The dazzling light of the late morning sun transformed every glass and metal surface into a silvery mirage.”

Tags : Buildings City Morning San Francisco Sun
Source : Luisa Across the Bay

34. “The late 1920s were an age of islands, real and metaphorical. They were an age when Americans by thousands and tens of thousands were scheming to take the next boat for the South Seas or the West Indies, or better still for Paris, from which they could scatter to Majorca, Corsica, Capri or the isles of Greece. Paris itself was a modern city that seemed islanded in the past, and there were island countries, like Mexico, where Americans could feel that they had escaped from everything that oppressed them in a business civilization. Or without leaving home they could build themselves private islands of art or philosophy; or else - and this was a frequent solution - they could create social islands in the shadow of the skyscrapers, groups of close friends among whom they could live as unconstrainedly as in a Polynesian valley, live without moral scruples or modern conveniences, live in the pure moment, live gaily on gin and love and two lamb chops broiled over a coal fire in the grate. That was part of the Greenwich Village idea, and soon it was being copied in Boston, San Francisco, everywhere.”

Tags : 1920S Americans Art Boats Civilization Escape Greece Greenwich Village Idealism Islands Isles Lost Generation Love Mexico Oppressive Paris Philosophy Pure San Francisco Scruples Social Life
Source : Exile's Return: A Literary Odyssey of the 1920s

35. “Roosevelt fought hard for the United States to host the opening session [of the United Nations]; it seemed a magnanimous gesture to most of the delegates. But the real reason was to better enable the United States to eavesdrop on its guests. Coded messages between the foreign delegations and their distant capitals passed through U.S. telegraph lines in San Francisco. With wartime censorship laws still in effect, Western Union and the other commercial telegraph companies were required to pass on both coded and uncoded telegrams to U.S. Army codebreakers. Once the signals were captured, a specially designed time-delay device activated to allow recorders to be switched on. Devices were also developed to divert a single signal to several receivers. The intercepts were then forwarded to Arlington Hall, headquarters of the Army codebreakers, over forty-six special secure teletype lines. By the summer of 1945 the average number of daily messages had grown to 289,802, from only 46,865 in February 1943. The same soldiers who only a few weeks earlier had been deciphering German battle plans were now unraveling the codes and ciphers wound tightly around Argentine negotiating points.During the San Francisco Conference, for example, American codebreakers were reading messages sent to and from the French delegation, which was using the Hagelin M-209, a complex six-wheel cipher machine broken by the Army Security Agency during the war. The decrypts revealed how desperate France had become to maintain its image as a major world power after the war. On April 29, for example, Fouques Duparc, the secretary general of the French delegation, complained in an encrypted note to General Charles de Gaulle in Paris that France was not chosen to be one of the "inviting powers" to the conference. "Our inclusion among the sponsoring powers," he wrote, "would have signified, in the eyes of all, our return to our traditional place in the world." In charge of the San Francisco eavesdropping and codebreaking operation was Lieutenant Colonel Frank B. Rowlett, the protégé of William F. Friedman. Rowlett was relieved when the conference finally ended, and he considered it a great success. "Pressure of work due to the San Francisco Conference has at last abated," he wrote, "and the 24-hour day has been shortened. The feeling in the Branch is that the success of the Conference may owe a great deal to its contribution." The San Francisco Conference served as an important demonstration of the usefulness of peacetime signals intelligence. Impressive was not just the volume of messages intercepted but also the wide range of countries whose secrets could be read. Messages from Colombia provided details on quiet disagreements between Russia and its satellite nations as well as on "Russia's prejudice toward the Latin American countries." Spanish decrypts indicated that their diplomats in San Francisco were warned to oppose a number of Russian moves: "Red maneuver . . . must be stopped at once," said one. A Czechoslovakian message indicated that nation's opposition to the admission of Argentina to the UN.From the very moment of its birth, the United Nations was a microcosm of East-West spying. Just as with the founding conference, the United States pushed hard to locate the organization on American soil, largely to accommodate the eavesdroppers and codebreakers of NSA and its predecessors.”

Tags : Eavesdropping San Francisco Spying Surveillance U S Army United Nations
Author : James Bamford
Source : Body of Secrets: Anatomy of the Ultra-Secret National Security Agency from the Cold War Through the Dawn of a New Century

36. “It is the fashion in many parts of the United States to sneer at Chicago. This is notably the case in San Francisco. Most San Franciscans say they dislike Chicago.It is true that there is much that is unlovely there. To the impatient traveler hastening from New York to San Francisco the enforced stop at Chicago is distasteful. For Chicago has contrived things with such skill that it is difficult to cross the continent without stopping within her gates. Everybody must pay toll. The pilgrim must pause, even thought he do not unpack his wallet. He must stop at least for a bath and a bite. You find it difficult to go around Chicago. Chicago will not let you pass her without stopping.”

Tags : Chicago San Francisco
Author : Jerome Hart
Source : Argonaut Letters

37. “That, my dear detective, was the other San Francisco. You've probably seen it before, just out of the corner of your eye. You've probably dismissed it all your life. Maybe you always told yourself you'd just had too much to drink." She paused, her gaze heavy on his face. MacMillian squirmed. "But I'm guessing you always knew better."His head was throbbing. He shook it once, twice, but it didn't clear. "I don't get it, Miss...""Alan," she supplied.He nodded. "Ms. Alan. Why are you here?"Her eyes darkened. "Because there are things that go bump in the night, Mr. MacMillian. It's my job to bump back.”

Tags : Demimonde Ghosts Hidden World Monsters San Francisco Urban Fantasy
Author : Laura Oliva
Source : A World Apart

38. “I have been both a ghost and haunted in the city I love.”

Tags : Cities Ghosts Haunted San Francisco

39. “Ephraim found a stack of postcards tied together with a faded green ribbon. He shuffled through them and found they were from every World's Fair from 1915 in San Francisco to 1939 in New York. None of the postcards hed been written on or mailed.”

Tags : Collections New York Past Postcards San Francisco World S Fair
Source : The Water Castle

40. “Excerpted From Chapter OneI decided staying put in the alley was preferable to keeping the dead guy company, so I went outside and lit a Lucky Strike. The night air had gotten damper and chillier during the short time I was in the warehouse, or maybe it was just me.Wisps of lacy fog were now sinking into the alley, and a skulking cat in search of dinner moved slowly along the opposite wall until he noticed me. He scurried off in a furry blur, eager to be far away from the evil invading his domain. The cat had better sense than me and I wished I could follow his example.”

Tags : Historical Mystery San Francisco
Author : H.P. Oliver
Source : Pacifica

41. “We are all, of course, wayfaring strangers on this earth. But coming out of the rainbow tunnel, the liminal portal between Marin and San Francisco, myth and reality, I catch sight of a beautiful, sparkling city that might as well be on the moon. I can name the sights, the streets, the eateries, but in my heart it feels as unfamiliar as Cape Town or Cuzco. I've lived here for fourteen years. This is the arena of my adult life, with its large defeats and small victories. Maybe, like all transplants (converts?), I've asked too much of the city. I would never have moved to Pittsburh or Houston or L.A. expecting it to save my soul. Only here in the great temple by the bay. It's a mistake we've been making for decades, and probably a necessary one. The city's flaws, of course, are numerous. Our politics can suffer from humourless stridency, and life here is menacingly expensive. But if you're insulated from these concerns, sufficiently employed and housed, if you are -in other words- like most people, you are in view of the unbridgeable ideal. Here, with our plentiful harvest, our natural beauty, our bars, our bookstores, our cliffs and ocean, out free to be you and me; here, where pure mountain water flows right out of the tap. It's here that the real questions become inescapable. In fact the proximity of the ideal makes us more acutely aware of the real questions. Not the run-of-the-mill insolubles-Why am I here? Who am I?- but the pressing questions of adult life: Really? and Are you sure? And Now what?”

Tags : Adult Life San Francisco
Source : A Working Theory of Love

42. “„w Kalifornii nie trzeba mieć domu, bo nigdy nie jest zimno” mówi Slim i śmieje się radośnie. „Rany w życiu nie widziałaś takich ślicznych słonecznych dni, że przez większość roku nawet nie potrzeba płaszcza ani węgla do ogrzewania domu ani zimowych butów ani nic. I nigdy nie umiera się z gorąca w lecie tam na północy we frisco i Oakland i okolicach. Mówię ci, to jest miejsce do życia. I nie da się już pojechać dalej w Ameryce, zostaje tylko woda i Rosja”.„A co jest złego w Nowym Jorku?” warczy matka Sheili.„Och, nic!” Slim pokazuje na okno, „Ocean Atlantycki przynosi diabelne wiatry w zimie i jakiś szatański syn przenosi te wiatry na ulice, tak że człowiek może zamarznąć na progu. Bóg zawiesił słonce nad wyspą Manhattan, ale diabeł nie wpuści go w twoje okno, chyba że kupisz sobie mieszkanie w domu wysokim na mile, ale wtedy nawet nie można wyjść odetchnąć powietrzem, bo można spaść tę milę na dół, o ile w ogóle cię stać na takie mieszkanie. Można pracować, ale wtedy w ogóle nie ma się czasu, bo osiem godzin pracy to dwanaście bo trzeba doliczyć te wszystkie metra, autobusy, windy, tunele, promy, schody i znowu windy i jeszcze czekanie, bo to wielkie i beznadziejne miasto. Ale nie, w Nowym Jorku nie ma nic złego.”

Tags : California Life New York City Ny San Francisco Sf
Author : Jack Kerouac
Source : Pic

43. “Like so many other San Franciscans whose paycheck isn't tied to an app or a private bus ride to the Peninsula, you wait to see what tomorrow brings and try to stay steadfast.”

Tags : Artist Life San Francisco

44. “He treats me with respect; he opens doors for me, makes me laugh, and comforts me when I cry. He owes me nothing, yet gives me everything in return.” —SHEA”

Tags : California He She Humor Michelle Warren Road Trips Romance San Francisco
Source : He + She

45. “Of course you had to pick the dive-y-est dive bar this side of Market. I think that door handle just gave me a venereal disease.”

Tags : Dive Bar San Francisco Urban Fantasy Series
Author : Laura Oliva
Source : Season Of The Witch

46. “There were things hiding inside of her I wasn’t equipped to see and this collapse ripped her open to me. I searched her cavities for symbols that would betray her true nature, but found nothing I could read, just a vast absence containing her poverty of morals. I should’ve known, the need for my presence in her life was never love, only a sluice of goodness she would let flood the gulley of her body when she needed to appear human.”

Tags : Fiction Goodness Literature Lost Love Love Morality Relationships San Francisco
Author : K.I. Hope
Source : We Are Making the World a Better Place

47. “I was just another lost soul screaming through the paper thin hotel walls into the ears of the fucked.”

Tags : Heartbreak Love Relationships San Francisco
Author : Craig Stone
Source : Life Knocks

48. “For the first time since I met her, I understand her need to keep her name secret and respect that. Here, someplace other than at home, we can be who we want, be with who we want, as long as it makes us happy. There’s no past today, only this moment together, right now. —HEW”

Tags : California Hea New Adult Contemporary Romance New Adult Romance Road Trip Romance Romantic Suspense San Francisco
Source : He + She