#cho

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#heartbreak #hurt #love #love

Come here, baby." And with my words, Echo leaned into me soft, pliant, broken. "You're not alone," I whispered into her hair as I cradled her in my arms. "You're not alone, because you have me." And I love you, more than you could ever know ↗

— Katie McGarry

#katie-mcgarry #love #noah-hutchins #not-alone #pushing-the-limits

I'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me. - Oliver Hazzard-Perry ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#heartbreak #hurt #love #second-best #love

Noah drew me closer to him. "It's okay. I've got you. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#katie-mcgarry #love #noah-and-echo #noah-hutchins #pushing-the-limits

Think of love as a state of grace; not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

As we approached each other, the noise and the students around us melted away and we were utterly alone, passing, smiling, holding each other's eyes, floors and walls gone, two people in a universe of space and stars. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#kids #love #school #stargirl #love

Love is a wonderful thing. It makes life worthwhile. I love being in love. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#nicholas-sparks #romance #life

Nothing says "I love you" like a dead body ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#jennifer-echols #john #meg #love

With good reason, love's messengers, Eros and Kama, are armed with bows and long-distance arrows. No being, god or mortal, can choose love. Love comes despite ourselves; and then, if we have not already done so, we have the task of becoming our selves so we may welcome love. ↗

— Diane Wolkstein

#becoming #bows #choice #eros #kama

In Irena’s head the alcohol plays a double role: it frees her fantasy, encourages her boldness, makes her sensual, and at the same time it dims her memory. She makes love wildly, lasciviously, and at the same time the curtain of oblivion wraps her lewdness in an all-concealing darkness. As if a poet were writing his greatest poem with ink that instantly disappears. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#drinking #forget #forgetting #love #personality