#chap

... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive. ↗

— Albert Camus

#chapter #true-love #love

Linc?" "Yeah." "About the other thing my dad said to you," I cringed. "What else is he supposed to think?" he asked, a smile in his tone. "You're over here all the time. If not training, we're hanging out. I'm surprised he hasn't warned me off sooner. It's good to see he's paying attention. ↗

— Jessica Shirvington

#lincoln-wood #love #the-violet-eden-chapters #violet-eden #love

For if the will has nothing to employ it and love has no present object with which to busy itself, the soul finds itself without either support or occupation, its solitude and aridity cause it great distress and its thoughts involve it in the severest conflict. ↗

— Teresa of Ávila

#love #mysticism #will #business

True love never has a happy ending because true love never ends. ↗

— author unknown

#everlasting #truelove #love

Nature is our chapel. ↗

— Bjork

#nature #our

I opened my mouth. My tongue wouldn’t form words. I had so much to say. I took a bite of spaghetti. Time passed. When she stopped speaking, her eyes were wet. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes were full. Full of eighteen years of what someone had taken from her. I smiled and stood. I looked away. I ran my fingers through my hair. As I carried my plate to the sink she raised her hand to her face. Wiping eighteen years of love from her eyes, she spoke, “I love you Marc. ↗

— Scott Hildreth

#love

A house you came to love was like a person, and loved you back, and then you belonged to it forever. ↗

— Elswyth Thane

#love

According to my present theme the writer of imagination would attain closest to the conditions of music not when his words are dissassociated from natural objects and specified meanings but when they are liberated from the usual quality of that meaning by transportation into another medium, the imagination. ↗

— William Carlos Williams

#imagination

The measure of love is to love without measure. -attributed to Saint Augustine ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#chapter- #love

The only realism in art is of the imagination. ↗

— William Carlos Williams

#art