#ch

It's not a romance, it's a love story. ↗

— Sadie Jones

#characters #love #romance #love

It is not necessary to conceal anything from a public insensible to contradiction and narcotized by technological diversions. ↗

— Neil Postman

#independent-thought #technology-addiction #thinking #age

She saw the snowy poles of moonless Mars, That marvellous round of milky light Below Orion, and those double stars Whereof the one more bright Is circled by the other ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#doom #enoch-arden #kisses #love #love

Those in the West who have adopted Christ as their own should remember that he was an Oriental. Love and sympathy for Jesus should be expanded into love and sympathy for all Orientals, and for all the world. ↗

— Paramahansa Yogananda

#christian #christianity #jesus-christ #love

He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was watching the words. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#learning #learning-to-read #literacy #love #love

Kisten, please don't leave me," I begged, and his eyes opened. "I'm cold," he said, fear rising in his blue eyes. I held him tighter. "I'm holding you. It's going to be okay." "Tell Ivy," he said with a gasp, clenching in on himself. "Tell Ivy that it wasn't her fault. And tell her that at the end... you remember love. I don't think... we lose our souls... at all. I think God keeps them for us until we... come home. I love you, Rachel." "I love you, too, Kisten," I sobbed, and as I watched, his eyes, memorizing my face, silvered, and he died. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#white-witch #love

The only spot of comfort was the lingering impression of her fingertips through the fabric of his shirt, a reminder of the good side of having skin. He cultivated that square-inch patch, tilled and tended it into a full-body embrace. ↗

— Alex Shakar

#touch #love

Our love had begun in folly, and ended in madness! ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love #madness #love

Just once, I would like there to be something special about being the kid stuck in the middle. ↗

— Karen Tayleur

#middle #middle-child #special #love

Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears? ↗

— Anne Brontë

#hope #love #pain #tears #love