#air

Yes the sex scenes are explicit but we all love the dirty bits! ↗

— Airambooksie

#quotes-about-writing #quotes-for-women #quotes-for-writers #love

Call them robbers and cutthroats--were they not amiable enough when they had sufficient to fill their bellies? Something was out of joint in a world that drove these men to steal. ↗

— Eiji Yoshikawa

#taira-no-kiyomori #the-heike-story #love

I have to tell you hon, I don't mind a little teasing now and then, but I'm no masochist and I'm sure as hell no saint...here lately, being around you is agony. ↗

— Jackson Broussard

#contemporary-romance #la-fleur-de-love-series #last-first-kiss #lori-leger-author #women-s-fiction

God's only excuse is that He doesn't exist," remarked Voltaire after a natural disaster that killed many people. Nietzsche loved this quote and wished he'd coined it! ↗

— Voltaire

#sayings #voltaire #love

Write for the love of storytelling, not the acclaim. ↗

— Airambooksie

#quotes-about-writing #quotes-for-writers #love

This is the only way that you can hope to survive. Because life... is not a movie. Everyone lies. Good guys lose. And love... does not conquer all. ↗

— George Huang

#good-guys #hope #lies #life #love

Jivan: You think when you have love that love is easy to find, that everyone has it. It's not true. It's very hard to find. Nedra: I haven't been looking for it. Jivan: It's like a tree...It takes a long time to grow. It has roots very deep, and these roots stretch out a long way, farther than you know. You can't cut it, just like that. ↗

— James Salter

#love #love

There are times when a man has need of the open heavens to compass his thoughts. ↗

— Kathryn Worth

#clarity #heavens #nature #sky #space

In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another. They were both very shy, and they knew each other slowly, tentatively; they came close and drew apart, they touched and withdrew, neither wishing to impose upon the other more than might be welcomed. Day by day the layers of reserve that protected them dropped away, so that at last they were like many who are extraordinarily shy, each open to the other, unprotected, perfectly and unselfconsciously at ease. Nearly every afternoon, when his classes were over, he came to her apartment. They made love, and talked, and made love again, like children who did not think of tiring at their play. The spring days lengthened, and they looked forward to the summer. ↗

— John Williams

#love #passion #renewed #sex #love

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?... ↗

— John Geddes

#hair-color #love #memories #love