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Do you know what love is? I'll tell you: it is whatever you can still betray. ↗


— John le Carré


#espionage #love #love

Cat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months," He purred but with steel in the velvet ↗


— Karen Marie Moning


#mackayla-lane #love

Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn— and probably always would be. “Why?” he said to his lover. “Because I want you for however long I have you. ↗


— J.R. Ward


#blay #qhuay #qhuinn-and-blay #saxton #love

I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. ↗


— Rick Riordan


#birthday #cute #kiss #lips #love

I secretly wondered if Dimitri's problem might be that he was jealous. He hadn't pulled Lissa aside to yell at her. The thought made me slightly happy, but then I remembered my earlier curiosity about why Dimitri had even wandered by. ↗


— Richelle Mead


#love #richelle-mead #rose-hathaway #love

I am, for the most part, who I am because my good mother was who she was. ↗


— Richelle E. Goodrich


#learning #mom #mother #mother-s-day #motherhood

If you don't pray often, you won't gain a love for praying. Prayer is work, and therefore it is not very appealing to our natural sensibilities. But the simple rule for prayer is this: Begin praying and your taste for prayer will increase. The more you pray, the more you will acquire the desire for prayer, the energy for prayer, and the sense of purpose in prayer. ↗


— Leslie Ludy


#ludy #prayer #love

The whole world goes on and on about love. Poets spend their lives writing about it. Everyone thinks it's the most wonderful thing. But, when you mention two guys in love, they forget all that and freak out. ↗


— Mark A. Roeder


#homophobia #homosexuality #love

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






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