#adoration

Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you? ↗

— Richard Rodgers

#beauty #love #beauty

Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#beauty #love #well-said #beauty

There is nothing on earth more beautiful to me than your smile...no sound sweeter than your laughter...no pleasure greater than holding you in my arms. I realized today that I could never live without you, stubborn little hellion that you are. In this life and the next, you’re my only hope of happiness. Tell me, Lillian, dearest love...how can you have reached so far inside my heart? ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#devotion #love #soulmates #beauty

He was golden and beautiful as a sunset. ↗

— Anita Diamant

#color #love #beauty

...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ... ↗

— John Geddes

#beauty #love #stars #beauty

Boredom reigns on all levels. The rain is a welcome change. I have seen the pond swell and the creek surge. I press my palm against the glass, imagining the drops on my skin, imagining where they started out, where they will go, feeling them like a river, rushing, combining, becoming something greater than how they started out. ↗

— Mary E. Pearson

#change

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#fidelity #love #love

His small compliments and offhand remarks formed a new scripture, and in breathless conversations and lonely, dream-drunk nights they built whole theologies from them. ↗

— Carey Wallace

#infatuation #love #projection #dreams

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#devotion #love #love

I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#art #love #pottery #art