#bitter

He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #clary-fray #forbidden-love #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments

Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#love #love

I’m not leaving you. Right here, right now is the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you. That means I don’t leave. Sorry. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #love #poughkeepsie

Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch. ↗

— Kate Forsyth

#kate-forsyth #love-of-words #writing #love

I love you in such a greedy way, I’m guilty about it.” She tilted her head back as he moved his lips to her throat. “Guilty is for crimes. Always is for love. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#crushed-seraphim #mine #poughkeepsie #seriana #love

She opened her eyes with a gasp. “I love you.” He had tears running a path down his face. He nodded. “Back at ya, pretty child. So, so much. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #poughkeepsie

There is no disappointment so numbing...as someone no better than you achieving more. ↗

— Joseph Heller

#envy #achievement

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. ↗

— Harriet Beecher Stowe

#deeds #graves #left #over #shed

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’ ‘It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered, ‘But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart. ↗

— Stephen Crane

#heart #poetry #poem

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. ↗

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#bitter #fruit #sweet