#ah

Allah mencintaiku dan akupun mencintaiNya ↗

— Desi Anita

#love

The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb' (Andre Breton qtd. p. 55) ↗

— Christina Burrus

#art

i'm truly sorry for everything that i've done in the past.. but that past has creates me to be someone better from time to time.. i just hope that my shadow doesn't follow me everytime i get a chance to live with this sweet 'angel'.. i just love you..and i don't need anything else.. ↗

— mohamad supian bin ahmad

#love

In the Presence of Love...there are Miracles...Live Love, Give Love and Miracle will follow Miracle and wonders will never cease. ↗

— Deborah Brooks

#an-invitation-to-love #author #daddy #deborah-brooks #deborahbrooks-com

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for? ↗

— Robert Browning

#exceed #grasp #heaven #his #man

Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked. His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it. should I? Maybe not... ↗

— Lora Leigh

#lora-leigh #nathan-malone #noah-blake #sabella #sad-love

She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold. ↗

— Lora Leigh

#lora-leigh #love-at-first-sight #lovers #micah #risa

Noah held my hair away from my face. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#echo-emerson #katiemcgarry #love #noah-hutchins #pushing-the-limits

I think a great book title would be “Ida Says ‘I do’ in Idaho.” It would be about a divorce in Washington State, and the protagonist would be a woman, though I’m not sure what her name should be. 
 ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#divorce #idaho #marriage #name #protagonist

But how am I to get over the ten or twelve days that must yet elapse before they go? Yet why so long for their departure? When they are gone how shall I get through the months or years of my future life, in company with that man -- my greatest enemy -- for none could injure me as he has done? Oh! when I think how fondly, how foolishly I have loved him, how madly I have trusted him, how constantly I have laboured, and studied, and prayed, and struggled for his advantage, and how cruelly he has trampled on my love, betrayed my trust, scorned my prayers and tears, and efforts for his preservation --crushed my hopes, destroyed my youth's best feelings, and doomed me to a life of hopeless misery -- as far as man can do it -- it is not enough to say that I no longer love my husband -- I HATE him! The word stares me in the face like a guilty confession, but it is true: I hate him -- I hate him! -- but God have mercy on his miserable soul! ↗

— Anne Brontë

#hate #helen #huntington #marriage #life