#adoration

...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words... ↗

— John Geddes

#liturgy #love #sacred #words #love

Some people will go to the opening of an envelope. They live their lives in the public eye and get off on it, they need it. They need that kind of adoration. If their name isn't in the tabloids once a week they feel like a failure. ↗

— Jensen Ackles

#envelope #eye #failure #feel #get

...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #muse #temple #worship #art

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

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

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

Lovers alone wear sunlight. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#love #poetry #love

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. ↗

— William Goldman

#ardor #love #love