#bell

Does your family play games, too?" She tries to sound off-hand. "No. Just me - and my brother." Which means her parents are in the casinos, then, leaving this kid in a collapsing mine. Okay, a virtual one, but still. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#kavi #nenia-campbell #vol #family

I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#fear #hope #love #sylvia-plath #the-bell-jar

I knew that now—that love wasn’t something you could do away with, no matter how hard you tried. ↗

— Jenny Han

#love #truth #love

I have never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love, seems like a good way to go. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love

I stopped in the porch and took hold of his face in my hands. I looked fiercely into his eyes. "I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love

I've always liked books," she said softly. "I love being around them. I love getting loaf in a story, a world. I love that I can become anyone, that I can become anyone, that I can live any fantasy. ↗

— Bella Andre

#books #romance #love

Some live for their own joy and pleasure. Some live to ease the burdens of others.   Then there are those who seem to exist for pain's sake only; that in the end the wrathful fire sent to consume their oppressors will be justified." ~ In loving memory of Miss Annabelle Fancher ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#annabelle-fancher #existence #helping #justice #life

And loving a new person might even eventually dull the pain of having lost the people you have loved before, even if it didn't happen as quickly as you wanted it to. (p 99) ↗

— Bonnie Jo Campbell

#love #once-upon-a-river #love

Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#artists #jay #rebellion #love

I want you back, Annabelle.” This time my laughter is full of nothing but genuine humor. It’s that ‘oh my god, I can’t believe that’ kind of humor. I lean forward and put my face in my palms, still laughing. “Holy crap,” I say in-between laughs, “that’s hilarious.” I peek up at him to see his disgruntled expression and then bust up laughing again.  “I’m serious,” he grunts out, looking cute in his exasperation, damn him. Not done, I hold up a hand. “Oh, oh, wait. Just let me go get my gun so you can shoot me again. Of course I want to get back together with you, Gabriel.” Putting on a serious face, I say earnestly, “He shoots me because he loves me. ↗

— April Brookshire

#gabriel #humor