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The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#being-loved #insecurity #love

I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love

Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die. ↗

— Mary Zimmerman

#love #love

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ↗

— John Keats

#days #fanny-brawne #fifty-common-years #letter #love

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#joss-whedon #passion #season- #love

When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#jamie-fraser #outlander #love

How 'bout a shot of truth in that denial cocktail. ↗

— Jennifer Salaiz

#hate #lies #love #sarcasm #truth

Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#love #love

You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love

It's too late," she said. "Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #love