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Don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you. ↗


— Cassandra Clare


#heartache #jace-wayland #love #pain #love

The want for that kiss had shocked him more than the interruption, and he fell back into the chair, cool and nonchalant as Quen came in with his questions and demands. He wasn't sure if he believed he'd really helped, but one thing was very clear. He wanted that again, that feeling of standing with her against all odds and succeeding. He wanted it so bad, he was going to risk destroying everything he and his father had worked for. He should walk away. Right now. But as she was ushered out the door under David's arm, all he wanted to do was follow her. What the hell was he doing, falling in love with a demon? ↗


— Kim Harrison


#demons #elves #kim-harrison #love #rachel-morgan

Love tickles parts of you that, prior to its influence, you didn't even know could feel. ↗


— Richelle E. Goodrich


#richelle #richelle-goodrich #tickle #love

To fight discouragement, remind yourself of the basics: I can write. I have the opportunity to do so. I love what I write. Now smile and be thankful. ↗


— Richelle E. Goodrich


#discouragement #encouragement #gratitude #richelle #richelle-goodrich

When you do fall in love with me, Eena, I don’t want it to be because I gave into your demands, but because your heart gave into its desire to truly be loved.” With an injured frown he uttered goodnight and left the room. She stood alone, chastised and bruised. It seemed right to apologize for her insensitive words, but not now. Not while a room full of people remained out there. ↗


— Richelle E. Goodrich


#eena #love #love-story #richelle #richelle-goodrich

Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure. ↗


— Travis Luedke


#love #lovers #michelle #stockholm-syndrome #love

HARRY DRESDEN—WIZARD Lost Items Found. Paranormal Investigations. Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates. No Love Potions, Endless Purses, Parties, or Other Entertainment ↗


— Jim Butcher


#quote #love

Some in Westminster have talked about her receiving a state funeral when she dies, which seems a bizarre sort of tribute to someone who believed the state should do as little as possible. It would be far more appropriate to allow competitive bids from private companies to run the funeral arrangements. 'And we now go over live to Westminster, where state leaders are lining up for Lady Thatcher's funeral sponsored by McDonald's. And there we see the coffin respectfully borne on the shoulders of six part-time burger-flippers dressed in the official Ronald McDonald costume, before the private cremation when the body will be flame-grilled with gherkins and a slice of cheese.' It's what she would have wanted. ↗


— John O'Farrell


#history #margaret-thatcher #respect

I love when I finish reading a chapter that I wrote and my cheeks hurt from smiling and all I can utter is, 'Wow.' ↗


— Richelle E. Goodrich


#author #books #reading #richelle #richelle-goodrich

Love at first sight is a hypnosis: I am fascinated by an image: at first shaken, electrified, stunned, "paralysed" as Menon was by Socrates, the model of loved objects, of captivating images, or again converted by an apparition, nothing distinguishing the path of enamoration from the Road to Damascus; subsequently ensnared, held fast, immobilised, nose stuck to the image (the mirror). In that moment when the other's image comes to ravish me for the first time, I am nothing more than the Jesuit Athanasius Kirchner's wonderful Hen: feet tied, the hen went to sleep with her eyes fixed on the chalk line, which was traced not far from her beak; when she was untied, she remained motionless, fascinated, "submitting to her vanquisher," as the Jesuit says (1646); yet, to waken her from her enchantment, to break off the violence of her Image-repertoire (vehemens animalis imaginatio), it was enough to tap her on the wing; she shook herself and began pecking in the dust again. ↗


— Roland Barthes


#love-at-first-sight #road-to-damascus #vehemens-animalis-imaginato #love






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