#break

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#jessica-and-marcus #jessica-darling #love #love

Isn’t that the greatest tragedy? When someone rejects us, no matter how they abuse our love, we hope against reason that somehow they will come back to us. ↗

— Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson

#love #rejection #tragedy #love

He’s sitting casually at my kitchen table peeling the skin off an apple with a pocket knife, a red apple that he has quite obviously appropriated from my fruit bowl, might I add. ↗

— L.H. Cosway

#funny #stingy #supernatural #funny

Now now, Emily, it isn't nice to tell the truth. ↗

— Jun Mochizuki

#pandora-hearts #xerxes-break #humor

Love is like a big juicy steak. You bite into it, enjoy it, then regret the calories you gained, when you're standin on your scale the next morning. See,I don't eat steak. I'm a vegetarian. ↗

— Euphoria Godsent

#cold-hearted #cold-hearted-people #diva #euphoria-godsent #heart-breaker

I was even a little glad that if it wasn’t going to be me she wanted, it was going to be someone who really deserved her. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#heartbreak #love #mortal-instruments #unrequited-love #love

I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#friendship #games #love #love-story #passion

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze

Suddenly it all seemed luminously clear. Love had very little to do with fear and emotional sabotage; love had to do with trust. ↗

— Francesca Marciano

#love #love

Here's all she had to say about death: "Oh my, oh my. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#kurt-vonnegut #death