a curl QUOTES

1 " He studied my appearance carefully. “You cut your hair.” “Yes. Do you like it?” “That depends. How long is it?” I pulled a curl down and showed him it ended just past my shoulder. He grunted, “That’s still long enough, so I like it.” “Long enough for what?” “Long enough for a man to run his hands through. "

― Colleen Houck

2 " Please, Noah, I don't want to do this wrong. Tell me how to make you feel good." He shifted so that his body rested beside mine, his leg and arm still draped over me. I felt small under his warmth and strength. His chocolate-brown eyes softened. " Being with you feels good. Touching you-" he tucked a curl behind my ear. " -feels good. I have never wanted anyone like I want you. There's nothing you can do wrong when just breathing makes everything right. "

3 " I love the sound of words, the feel of them, the flow of them. I love the challenge of finding just that perfect combination of words to describe a curl of the lip, a tilt of the chin, a change in the atmosphere. Done well, novel-writing can combine lyricism with practicality in a way that makes one think of grand tapestries, both functional and beautiful. Fifty years from now, I imagine I’ll still be questing after just that right combination of words. "

― Lauren Willig

4 " Loki," I said." Hey, Princess." He smiled dazedly as he looked up at me. " What's wrong?" " Nothing." I smiled and shook my head. " Not anymore." " What's this?" He took my hair and held it out so i could see. A curl near the front had gone completely silver. " I take a nap, and you go gray?" " You didn't take a nap." I laughed. " Don't you remember what happened?" He furrowed his brow, trying to remember, and understanding flashed in his eyes. " I remember..." Loki touched my face. " I remember that I love you." I bent down, kissing him full on the mouth, and he held me to him. "

5 " Do you remember,” he said, “when we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn’t kill you—and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?” Clary nodded.
“I always figured a demon would kill me,” he said. “A rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn’t get to kiss you, and soon.” Clary licked her dry lips. “Well, you did,” she said. “Kiss me, I mean.”
He reached up and took a curl of her hair between his fingers. He was close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, smell his soap and skin and hair.
“Not enough,” he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. “If I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough. "

― Cassandra Clare , City of Lost Souls (The Mortal Instruments, #5)