#chapter

Laurie, you're an angel! How shall I ever thank you?" "Fly at me again. I rather liked it," said Laurie, looking mischievous, a thing he had not done for a fortnight. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott

But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love

I pushed passed him. He grabbed my hand and swung me back towards him. Then he pushed me against the wall and... he kissed me. He ran his thumb along my jawline and down my throat, hips pinning me to the wall. He kissed me slowly and with intensity, and once I got over the mind-numbing shock and comprehended what was actually happening, it was incredible. I had never been kissed like that before. We melted together. Every movement of mine was somehow perfectly mirrored by his. My heart was pounding so hard I knew he must be able to feel it and I was sure my legs were giving way, but he held me up, pushed me harder against the wall. I grabbed a handful of his hair, remembering all the times I'd dreamed of doing it. I let my hand drift down his back and pulled him even closer to me. It all happened so quickly. I heard him make a low kind of growl and lean into me. His hand slid down my leg behind my knee, drawing it to him. I moaned and felt him tense. ↗

— Jessica Shirvington

#jessica-shirvington #kissing #lincoln-wood #love #making-out

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

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

The only realism in art is of the imagination. ↗

— William Carlos Williams

#art

In the initial season of a show, you're figuring out your character and their life and their background and you're putting together all the chapters of the book. ↗

— Sophia Bush

#book #chapters #character #figuring #initial

If pregnancy were a book they would cut the last two chapters. ↗

— Nora Ephron

#chapters #cut #last #pregnancy #two