#cal

And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats in a pulse. But I will be first to leave it. That's what I've been promised. When we were children, did he dare to imagine an empty space beside him where I then stood giggling, blowing soap bubbles through my fingers? When I die, will he be sorry that he loved me? Sorry that we were twins? Maybe he already is. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#fever #lauren-destefano #imagination

Love is like a unicorn with a rainbow for a horn. What I mean is it’s rare, and you’re lucky if you see it once, or at the most twice, in a given week.
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #luck #lucky #mythical #mythological

Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come? ↗

— Helen Hunt Jackson

#calendar #california #female-author #future #helen-hunt-jackson

Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best-- well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word. ↗

— Liane Moriarty

#love

My love for you won't stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years, when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods, that'll be me, thinking of you, whispering your name, and loving you. ↗

— Penelope Williamson

#romance #western #love

If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#love #outlander #love

Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love

If love breaks more than a heart, maybe it's a sign and time to step out. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#broken-heart #hitting #physical-abuse #relationship-problems #signs

I growled and then slapped him. "Hey!" His hand pressed to his cheek. "You always say that when I slap you," I said. "I think it's a problem that you know what I say when you slap me," he said. "That's not the kind of intimacy I'm looking for. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#calla #shay #intimacy

Jesus doesn't hold back with Nicodemus. Following Jesus would require a commitment that would cost Nicodemus a great deal....In fact, it's true throughout all of Scripture....Following Jesus isn't something you can do at night where no one notices. It's a twenty-four-hour-a-day commitment that will interfere with your life. That's not the small-print--that's a guarantee. ↗

— Kyle Idleman

#christianity #inspirational-religious #inspirational