#ai

Lust starts with chemistry. Love starts with trust and respect. ↗

— Marian Lanouette

#if-i-fail #jake-carrington #love #respect #trust

For most affairs, this eventually becomes the most fundamental of questions, the only one that matters: Do we love each other more than the lives we already have? It is the question that hovers in the background of every secret phone call, flavors every tryst with the head of possibilities of apocalypse and renewal; and it is the answer to that question, or the lack thereof, that so often dooms an affair to failure. ↗

— Brady Udall

#love #love

He never knew a single second could be expanded into something timeless and so archaic. It shook him to his core – there were no words for it. ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#bonding #bonding-ritual #love #making-love #timeless

Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature. ↗

— Marsilio Ficino

#love #magic #philosophy #renaissance #spirituality

Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love? ↗

— Matsuo Bashō

#desire #haiku #love

Never belittle love ↗

— Preeti Shenoy

#life #love #life

The pain is never ending. It never goes away, never dies. But love.... it dies as soon as it can come. ↗

— Maryam Eddmeiri

#pain #love

She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. “You talk of your pain? You cannot even begin to understand the sacrifice I have made. I gave away a piece of myself, my soul! But I did it out of love, never think otherwise. I made the choice to live my life without her because I knew in my heart she would be better off without me and I could not bear to know that a life created out of such perfect love would be forced to live with the ugly truth of her birth. I thought,” she sobbed, breaking down before him. “I thought…I did the right thing. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#anais #charlotte-featherstone #lindsay #life

When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear. ↗

— John L. Parker Jr.

#heartbreak #love #pain #love

Trains are relentless things, aren't they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am talking nonsense, but you know what I mean." "Yes, yes, I know. Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so." "Why?" "Because the train gets to its journey's end at last, and there is a proverb about that in your language, Mademoiselle." "'Journey's end in lovers meeting.'" Lenox laughed. "That is not going to be true for me." "Yes--yes, it is true. You are young, younger than you yourself know. Trust the train, Mademoiselle, for it is le bon Dieu who drives it." The whistle of the engine came again. "Trust the train, Mademoiselle," murmured Poirot again. "And trust Hercule Poirot. He knows. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#love #poirot #train #trust #life