#dal

Ayla just didn't seem like a woman who was about to join and establish a new hearth with a man she loved. There was no joy, no excitement. Something was missing. Something called Jondalar. ↗

— Jean M. Auel

#jondalar #love #love

Mickey cursed under his breath, letting his head fall back against the wall. His c*ck still beat angrily against his clothing. Once he would’ve simply sent for a whore. Now that thought was oddly unsatisfying. He could have a willing woman, a woman who would do anything he might request of her, even the most exotic acts of sex, but instead his flesh wanted just one woman. A woman who was as fierce in her maternal love as he had been as a boy in his will to survive. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #love

Will ye be wantin’ this now, madam?” “Yes, please,” she whispered. She wanted to engrave the sight of him thus, about to make love to her, in her mind. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #oh-gawd-hawt #scandalous-desires #silence #love

Llegaste a mi vida y de repente tuve una verdad a la que aferrarme: que yo te amaba y tú me amabas. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#herondale #jace #love #spanish #love

To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed" -Jace Herondale ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#themortalinstruments #love

We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#james-carstairs #love #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #the-infernal-devices #will-herondale

He wanted to run to her, wrap her in his arms. Protect her. But it was Jem’s place to do those things, not his. Not his.” -Will Herondale ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #infernal-devices #jem-carstairs #love-triangle #tessa-gray

I was Juliet and Quinn was Romeo, and the lines weren't dead black-and-white words on a page but somehow alive, as natural and real as the argument we'd had about the spider and the fly. The rows of empty seats were gone, and we were in a candlelit ballrooom, wrapped in our own cocoon of words. But the playful banter of our words couldn't mask what we both knew--that after this, nothing would be the same . And then we got to the kissing part, which we'd only read through together and had never really rehearsed. But it didn't matter, because I was still Juliet and Quinn was still Romeo, his gray-green eyes fixed on mine. And when he bent to kiss me, it was Romeo's lips on Juliet's. Even so, Juliet was just as stunned as I would've been. When I said the last line, I was speaking for both of us. You kiss by the book. ↗

— Jennifer Sturman

#kiss #love #quinn-riley #romeo-and-juliet #love

Just as certain seeds require a forest fire to crack open their shells, crisis burns away our limited self-concepts, allowing our deeper nature to come forth. We must remember that our suffering carries the seed of our salvation; our problems are actually our answered prayers, and our darkness really is the light in potential. ↗

— Derek Rydall

#emergence #law-of-emergence #selfhelp #spirituality #nature