#away

I dont know where you have to go, or what you have to do. but i'll wait for you John. Every beat of my heart belong s to you, whether you ask for it or not. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#goodbye #heartache #love #waiting #love

We kissed each other until we were too tired to keep going. I could still feel him holding back. It was my penance for what I had done to him. All I could do was hope the walls would fall and that I could have all of him again, but I was always leaving and he was tired of watching me walk away. We both knew that I couldn’t stay and that he couldn’t come with me, but still, we couldn’t let go. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#kiss #let-go #love #relationships #walk-away

After all, it's one thing to run away when someone's chasing you. It's entirely another to be running all alone. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#running-away #love

Letter to Rose from Strigoi Dimitri. Delivered to Rose after her return from Russia and her quest to Kill Dimitir, which she thought she completed. "You forgot another lesson: Never turn your back until you know your enemy is dead. Looks like we'll have to go over the lesson again next time I see you- which will be soon Love, D. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #love

I need bruschetta (that's "broo-SKET-uh," not "brushetter," a slender piece of ciabatta toasted and brushed with garlic and oil and covered in fresh tomato and basil-- the chunks inevitably fall off the bread and the olive oil runs over your lips and down your chin. The whole thing is delicious, deeply physical and delightfully undignified, and a woman who can eat a real bruschetta is a woman you can love and who can love you. Someone who pushes the thing away because it's messy is never going to cackle at you toothlessly across the living room of your retirement cottage or drag you back from your sixth heart attack by sheer furious affection. Never happen. You need a woman who isn't afraid of a faceful of olive oil for that) ↗

— Nick Harkaway

#love

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose-hathaway #sacrifice

Rose, I'm an addict with no work ethic who is likely going to go insane. I'm not like you. I'm not a super-hero." "Not yet," I said. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #work

You managed to get him a duster, but you couldn't find me a pair of jeans? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sacrifice

I opened my eyes and met his dark, earnest gaze. "It's okay," I said. "It's okay now. I'm here I'll always be here for you. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sacrifice

You said you were a victim. That's why...that's why ultimately, you and I aren't matched for each other. In spite of everything that's happened, I've never though of myself that way. Being a victim means you're powerless. That you won't take action. Always...always I've done something to fight for myself...for others. No matter what. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #sacrifice