#action

If I had done this, if I had said that, in the end you are always more tormented by what you didn't do than what you did, actions already performed can always be rationalized in time, the neglected deed might have changed the world. ↗

— Damon Galgut

#choice #looking-back #change

Once more Jane sat staring at the telephone. This time she was filled with a confidence that was new to her. Stan Crandall. Stanley Crandall. He liked her! He had seen her once, and even though had been rumpled and grass-stained and having a terrible time with Sandra, he liked her well enough to go to the trouble of finding out her name and calling to ask her to go to the movies. Jane smiled at the telephone and gave a sigh of happiness ↗

— Beverly Cleary

#love

I love the ritual of drawing up lists, and there's something wonderfully satisfying about ticking tasks off. ↗

— Shaida Kazie Ali

#satisfaction #tasks #love

Will you, then, never grow weary of being unjust? ↗

— Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

#affection #behavior #conduct #feelings #love

I read your poem," I croaked. "'Fall.'" Then something I never thought would happen, happened: Marcus Flutie was shocked by something I said. "You did?" he said. "I thought you lost it!" "Well someone found it for me. Where do you get off saying," I lowered my voice, "we'll be naked without shame in paradise?" He didn't open his mouth. "I know what that means, you know. Who do you think I am?" He didn't open his mouth. "We are never going to be naked without shame in paradise." He didn't open his mouth. "We're NEVER going to have sex," I whispered, clearly over-stating my case. He didn't open his mouth. The mouth that used to bite mine. "And I'm just going to forget about that biting thing from the other night," I said. He looked at me right in the eyes. If he'd focused hard enough on my pupils, he could've seen his own reflection, his own face smirking at me. "You couldn't forget if you tried," he said, before walking away. He's right. And I don't know if I hate him or love him for that. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#couple #love #love

He was like a jalapeño, bright and smooth, but dangerously hot. A small part of me wanted to bite him. ↗

— Tarryn Fisher

#strange #love

I don’t believe that," I said, and he raised his brow beneath his shaggy hair. "I never asked you to.” (Jessica) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#confidence #interaction #love #minutes-before-sunset #questioning

As I looked into his eyes, trying to see into the depths of that darkness, it hit me. It was subtle, but it hit me. The rush of attraction. ↗

— Angela Richardson

#love #lust #love

The way he looked me up and down made a part of me burn with desire. Fire and electricity. Flames and sparks. Needing and wanting. Tempting temptation. ↗

— Angela Richardson

#love #lust #love

There was something she found intensely attractive about a man with a thirst for knowledge. Marc's obsessive love of books had been--she realized now--a huge part of his appeal.... ↗

— Martin Edwards

#books #knowledge #love