#age

I love you, and beneath all that logic, calculation, and superstition, I know you love me too. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #the-indigo-spell #love

You know," he said, "under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day." I crossed my arms and sat on the bed. I did so out of simple fatigue, but a moment later, I was struck by what I was doing. This is where Adrian sleeps. I'm touching the covers he's wrapped in every night. What does he wear? Does he wear anything? I jumped up. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #cute #love #richelle-mead #sydney-sage

In this sleepless night, as the darkness advances, look up at the sky and somehow remember that somewhere in this wide world, there are always people who love you, and people who need you. Because every person can't go on living alone. ↗

— Ai Yazawa

#kagen-no-tsuki #remember #love

I'm at the age where i don't have to kiss arse or play nice! ↗

— Sharon Osbourne

#inspirational #life #age

The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#love-pain #lovers-breakup #lovers-quarrels #romantic-tragedy #love

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#seventeen #sixteen #sweet #sweet-sixteen #teens

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute. ↗

— Robert Herrick

#love #tears #tomgue #true #words

Then, slowly, like the sunrise peeking over the horizon, she smiled. She snapped the box closed. She didn’t scream. She didn’t run. She didn’t faint. There might have been a little crying. But mostly… she danced. ↗

— Cora Carmack

#british #dance #garrick #happy #love

The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#perfect #person #real #love

I’d been raised to be practical and keep my emotions in check, but I loved cars. That was one of the few legacies I’d picked up from my mom. She was a mechanic, and some of my best childhood memories were of working in the garage with her. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#cars #richelle-mead #sydney-sage #love