#al

–¿No está enojado? –Estoy contento, –dijo. –Ellos van a ser capaces de cuidar uno del otro cuando yo me haya ido, o por lo menos puedo esperar eso. Él dice que ella no lo ama, pero seguramente ella llegara a amarlo con el tiempo. Will es fácil de amar y él le ha dado todo su corazón. Lo puedo ver. Espero que no se lo rompa. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #spanish #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me. Pleasure hides love from us, but pain reveals it in its essence. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love

I love my mom so much. I don't care if that's corny to say. I think on my next birthday, I'm going to buy her a present. I think that should be a tradition. The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. It think that would be nice. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#love

Mom was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, Melissa, but can you blame me for worrying? In less than an hour I found out you’re being stalked by a killer, sleeping with a stranger, and hiding with him in an empty apartment. You have to admit that sounds…unsettling. ↗

— Robin DeJarnett

#love-story #romantic-suspense #stalker #teaser #love

The human heart is a healer, which heals both others and ourselves. ↗

— Swami Dhyan Giten

#heart #joy #love #meditation #spirituality

Did you know that true love asks for nothing? Her Acceptance is the way we pay. ↗

— Stevie Wonder

#true-love #love

Never judge yourself by the narrow standards of others. What we do together here is our business, nobody else's. Never, never doubt what we have just done is anything but love. Never let yourself be restricted by thoughts of what society would have you do, what it would accept or condemn. Please promise me that. ↗

— Lynne Connolly

#business

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze

We survive. We're Irish. We have the souls of poets. We love our misery, we delight in the beauty of strange places and dark places in our hearts. ↗

— Eilis Flynn

#inspirational #irish #art

Running my fingers into his thick hair, I wallow in the strength and heat surrounding me before he pulls away, giving me such a happy smile it makes my heart rattle inside my chest. There's nothing better in this whole world than to be held in someone's loving stare. A stare they reserve for you. ↗

— Poppet

#vampire-romance #love