#bi

His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#love #simulation #tobias-eaton #tris-prior #love

...Nameless, unknown to me as you were, I couldn't forget your voice!' 'For how long?' 'O - ever so long. Days and days.' 'Days and days! Only days and days? O, the heart of a man! Days and days!' 'But, my dear madam, I had not known you more than a day or two. It was not a full-blown love - it was the merest bud - red, fresh, vivid, but small. It was a colossal passion in embryo. It never returned. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#reality-bites #love

It's not at all hard to understand a person; it's only hard to listen without bias. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bias #compassion #comprehension #discernment #fear

There is within me a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love, much as our blood sometimes bears the seed of our destruction ... ↗

— James Hurst

#hurst #ibis #james #knot #love

Esteem him! Like him! Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise. Use those words again, and I will leave the room this moment. ↗

— Jane Austen

#literature #love #marianne-dashwood #quote #sense-sensibility

You’re home,” he whispered into her temple. “No matter what happens, you will always be home. I love you, Ams. ↗

— Airicka Phoenix

#young-adult-paranormal #young-adult-romance #love

By loving them for more than their abilities we show our children that they are much more than the sum of their accomplishments. ↗

— Eileen Kennedy-Moore

#accomplishment #achievement #child #children #children-and-parents

My love may be invisible, but that doesn’t mean you can’t taste it. (It tastes like a sonic boom, only not as bitter).
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— Jarod Kintz

#bitter #invisible #love #nonsense #sonic-boom

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe. ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#love #lovers-quarrels #passion #precariousness #volatility

And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love. ↗

— Graham Greene

#love #love