#d

Be in your own skin, as an act of self-loving. ↗

— H. Raven Rose

#presence #self-loving #love

That is disgusting, and I will never kiss you again." "Yes, you will," he said, and proved by pressing his lips to hers. She wanted to squirm away, just to prove the point but God, she loved kissing him. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#shane-and-claire #love

سيكونون في ورطة. ليس لديهم برنامج سياسي أبعد من "الإسلام هو الحل". اسألهم عن أي تفاصيل لا تجد عندهم إجابة. ↗

— Ahdaf Soueif

#political-propaganda #love

As a writer, you must truly posses a love for words." "Yes, that's right," I agreed. "I've noticed that some authors favor particular words, making frequent use of them. Do you have a favorite?" I nodded assuredly and shared my answer. "BECAUSE." My interviewer looked surprised, as though he'd expected an impressive adjective or some rare verb. "That's your favorite word? Why?" I tried not to smirk. "Because. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#humor #richelle #richelle-goodrich #words #writer

The picture of love and truth together is in Jesus. The challenge is to resist the temptation to think in terms of a mixture or recipe: 50% love and 50% truth. The historic creeds affirm Jesus as fully God AND fully human, and likewise with love and truth – Jesus is fully truth and fully love; any less and He ceases to be fully God, and for this reason love and truth must not be separated... ↗

— Michael M. Rose

#jesus-christ #love #truth #love

God's love descends on some like dew on a flower, blessed be He, but sometimes we trudge along our comfortable lives and bam, He descends on us like a splash of gasoline... and then He strikes a match. ↗

— Francisco X. Stork

#gasoline #god #love #marcelo #match

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together, but at the end of the day and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore. I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#gareth-st-clair #hyacinth-bridgerton #it-s-in-his-kiss #julia-quinn #love

Desire is never final, desire is imprecise and impractical [...] ↗

— Zadie Smith

#love

What are we going to do, Ayden?" she whispered, glaring up at me. "I don't know," I confessed. "But how about we burn that bridge when we get there?" "I thought it was 'cross' that bridge?" I lightly poked her in the eye and she laughed. "No. We're burning bridges. Crossing is so overrated." I smiled and touched the corner of her eyes, captivated by the iridescent blues. "I think I like the sound of that," she whispered. "Yeah?" "Yeah. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#love #regrets #secrets #love

I loved weather, all weather, not just the good kind. I loved balmy days, fearsome storms, blizzards, and spring showers. And the colors! Everyday brought something to be admired: the soft feathery patterns of cirrus clouds, the deep, dark grays of thunderheads, the lacy gold and peach of the early morning sunrise. The sky and its moods called to me. ↗

— L. Jagi Lamplighter

#storms #weather #winds #love