#fr

All writers of confessions from Augustine on down, have always remained a little in love with their sins. ↗

— Anatole France

#confessions #sins #writers #love

The blood of heaven binds you," said the Queen.'Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not the same." "Riddles," Clary said angrily. "Do you even mean anything when you talk like that? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary #fray #humor #jace #love

Those are the things that define us. The way we love the people around us, and the choices we make to show it. That's what makes us who we are. ↗

— Rebecca Serle

#love #love

Here’s a little secret that’s going to save you a LOT of unnecessary grief in life. Are you ready? Your worth is not tied to any person. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#happiness #happiness-comes-from-within #loving-yourself #positive-thinking #self-esteem

I love the French edition with its uncut pages. I would not want a reader too lazy to use a knife on me. ↗

— Lawrence Durrell

#knife #uncut #love

I will never get to tell him I love him, even if my love was never enough. The empty ache grows and throbs in my chest. It’s a living and breathing thing inside me. Sucking the air from my lungs, and the warmth from my body. The ache and pain leaves me hollow and cold. ↗

— Ashley Jeffery

#cwn-annwn #scent-hound #the-wild-hunt #love

Okay. This was good. This was heading somewhere I’d— “I want to strangle you,” she said, her voice hoarse. All right, that wasn’t good. Not at all. “You have no idea how badly I want to kick you right now,” she added. And that was worse. This wasn’t— “I love you,” she said, and she swallowed. “I’ve loved you since you pushed me down on the playground. I swear— I’ve loved you since then. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#j-lynn #jennifer-l-armentrout #love

Free, dost thou call thyself? Thy ruling thought would I hear of, and not that thou hast escaped from a yoke. Art thou one ENTITLED to escape from a yoke? Many a one hath cast away his final worth when he hath cast away his servitude. Free from what? What doth that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall thine eye show unto me: free FOR WHAT? ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#philosophy #art

Whoa, I'm your girlfriend now?" Archer shrugged. "We've tried to kill each other, fought ghouls, and kissed a lot. I'm pretty sure we're married in some cultures. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#archer-cross #boyfriend #girlfriend #hex-hall #marriage

Let us agree that we are marrying so we can go on quarreling in the greatest comfort and convenience. Oh, please, Althea, look at me. Do say yes. ↗

— Patrice Kindl

#althea-crawley #arguing #comfort #convenience #engagement