
Top 32 Quotes About Tryst
#1. The home is a tryst-the place where we retire and shut the world out.
Elbert Hubbard
#2. It has been said that art is a tryst; for in the joy of it, maker and beholder meet.
Kojiro Tomita
#3. They know who keep a broken tryst, Till something from the Spring be missed We have not truly known the Spring.
Robert Underwood Johnson
#4. In the corridors under tehre is nothing but sleep. And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep On moon-washed apples of wonder.
John Drinkwater
#5. If there is any man in England who is more experienced than Lord St. Vincent at sneaking around for a tryst, I'd like to know who.
Lisa Kleypas
#6. Bootie Grant Glover! You do amaze me!" Mem stared at her sister. "Do I understand this? You're giving me permission to engage in a romantic tryst?"
"Certainly not!" Bootie pulled to her full diminished height. "I'm merely saying if disaster strikes, I won't abandon you.
Maggie Osborne
#7. It will be a very short tryst," Lillian assured her. "A quarter hour at most. What could happen in that amount of time?"
"From what Annabelle s-says," Evie said darkly, "a lot.
Lisa Kleypas
#9. Nothing is more incendiary to an ill-advised, unanticipated tryst than to be enclosed in a darkened, plush-upholstered, moving chamber. Privacy, Intimacy, Darkness, Transience: the Four Whorsemen of the Apocalypse.
John MacLachlan Gray
#10. Technically, I'm not supposed to meet you until tomorrow, and I don't want anyone getting upset. Though I wouldn't call you yelling at me anything close to a romantic tryst, would you?
Kiera Cass
#11. We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.
Alex Rosa
#12. I don't think quantity time is as special as quality time with your family.
Reba McEntire
#13. Stories have no point if they don't absorb our terror.
Don DeLillo
#14. I'm glad we can be friends.
There's that word again. It's like a safe word.
Alex Rosa
#15. It was responsible for the interlopers who plagued their lands. It
Greg Rucka
#16. I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can't stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.
Alex Rosa
#17. He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time
Alex Rosa
#18. We are creatures rearranged, for biological existence continues only through the mutual slaughter and ingestion of its various species. I exist solely through membership in this perfectly weird arrangement of beings that flourish by chewing each other up. Obviously,
Alan W. Watts
#19. I chew my food, leaning back into the couch. "I loved him. That's what dumb girls do."
"You aren't dumb."
I try to hold back my smile. "I'm hanging out with you, aren't I?
Alex Rosa
#20. The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me.
"Morning, roomie."
His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?
Alex Rosa
#22. The truth is, I always want to kiss you.
Alex Rosa
#23. Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.
Alex Rosa
#24. I think we tried to make a film [Moon] that was about human beings as opposed to going from one special effects set piece to the next one, which is what a lot of science fiction films these days do.
Duncan Jones
#25. He doesn't let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake's naked torso dripping in sweat.
Alex Rosa
#26. A wicked curve appears on his lips. No, you're wrong. I'm allowed to say whatever I want. What I'm not allowed to do is what I want.
Alex Rosa
#28. I mean, aren't we all tormented by past relationships?
Alex Rosa
#29. I don't really start writing until later in the night. I'm a night owl.
Ester Dean
#30. Just as bones, tissues, intestines, and blood vessels are enclosed in a skin that makes it possible to bear the sight of a human being, so the agitations and passions of the soul are wrapped up in vanity: it is the soul's skin.
Friedrich Nietzsche
#31. Two things compel me to move. First, the fear of being alone. I don't want to be alone here. Second, the aching need to beat Blake in any way.
Alex Rosa
#32. The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn't fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.
I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he'd stop staring at me like that.
Alex Rosa
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