#ay

And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor, The highwayman comes riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred, He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- Bess, the landlord's daughter-- Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. ↗

— Alfred Noyes

#the-highwayman #love

Say it. But..." "But what?" he asked. She whispered it, sounding too vulnerable. "But only if its the truth, Caine. Only. If." "I love you," he said. ↗

— Michael Grant

#diana #finally #gone #light #love

We are not wounded so deeply when betrayed by the things we hope for as when betrayed by things we try our best to despise. In such betrayal comes the dagger in the back. ↗

— Yukio Mishima

#thirst-for-love #yukio-mishima #love

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#burning-up #delirium #fire #lauren-oliver #lena-holloway

Opening the door, he nearly did a double take into the mirror behind him. Hooch. Hooch, pushing his shades back up onto his head, and re-shouldering the bergan. Hooch, standing in the doorway. “Been thinking.” Two words, more than usual. “Been around a bit.” Six, speech worthy of a national holiday. “Looking for a station now.” Eleven, whole fucking fireworks. "Central station.” Thirteen, and the heavens came down for Matt. “You still offering?” Sixteen, and the world stopped spinning. Matt stood thinking for a while, not a muscle in his face twitched. Then stepped aside, gestured the other man to follow him. Closed the door. “One condition.” Hooch’s brows rose for a split second. Matt broke into a grin at last, which threatened to split his face. “Promise not to talk too much. ↗

— Marquesate

#love #love

I am not an expert at praying, as you know. But can you please help me? I am in desperate need of help. I don't know what to do. I need an answer. Please tell me what to do... ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

A well-composed book is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter in any other way. ↗

— Caroline Gordon

#book #cannot #carpet #enter #magic

I still loved Marc desperately and couldn’t imagine life without him. Jace was…something else. Something I could feel but couldn’t articulate. Something I wanted, and hadn’t been able to resist in my grief-weakened state. He was something that would have to wait. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#faythe-sanders #love #regret #imagination

The following is a list of statements made many years ago by experts in their fields. At the time they were said they sounded intelligent. With the passing of time, they sound idiotic. ↗

— Sean Covey

#history #old-inaccurate-sayings #funny

If you'd been taken by the Capital and hijacked and then tried to kill Peeta, is this the way he would be treating you? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#capitalism