November 9, 2009 · Leave a Comment
Twittered by Paulo Coelho 9/11/2009
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throb (ˈthräb)
November 9, 2009 · Leave a Comment
To beat or pulsate rapidly or painfully.
It was their first date they sat on the sofa pretending to watch the news that was watching them from the small television sitting on the table. She watched the television with empty eyes even though she could not understand the language that the news anchor was speaking. Her heart beat rapidly with nervousness knowing that he would kiss her soon, she wondered how her breath smelled and tasted. He sat there looking at her occasionally and staring at the television seldom hearing the weather forecast for tomorrow it would be warm with chances of thunderstorms. Her brown skin glowed golden from the television light her breast moved up and down with her rapid breathing. He could feel his manhood throb between his legs faster and as it grew harder and larger. She turned to him and said she should leave its getting late. He walked her to the door and stood there for a second he asked her to step back inside for a minute or two.
13 years later they they awake in the morning to the sun shining down on their face through the open window.
~Marie Parham 2009 Illusions of the past
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infatuation (-ˌfa-chə-ˈwā-shən, -chü-ˈā-)
November 8, 2009 · Leave a Comment
a foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction.
As Edna walked along the street she was thinking of Robert. She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.
~Kate Chopin, The Awakening, 1899
(Formed in Modern English from the verb infatuate, from Latin infatuare, infatuat-, to make a fool of: in-, in, prefix adding a notion of causation + fatuus, foolish.)
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