#de

I know your eyes in the morning sun I feel you touch me in the pouring rain And the moment that you wander far from me I wanna feel you in my arms again ↗

— Bee Gees

#how-deep-is-your-love #love #rain #sun #love

Pride and resentment are not indigenous to the human heart; and perhaps it is due to the gardener's innate love of the exotic that we take such pains to make them thrive". ↗

— Hope Mirrlees

#resentment #love

As naturally as the ruled always took the morality imposed upon them more seriously than did the rulers themselves, the deceived masses are today captivated by the myth of success even more than the successful are. Immovably, they insist on the very ideology which enslaves them. The misplaced love of the common people for the wrong which is done to them is a greater force than the cunning of the authorities. ↗

— Theodor W. Adorno

#success #love

He watched her retreat, his eyes lazy, and his body unmoving. A trickle of blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He let her get nearly out of the room before he spoke, “I may not have the right, Silence, me love,” he drawled so soft she nearly didn’t catch the words. “But I would’ve listened to ye. I would’ve believed ye. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #love

Lo puedo leer en tus ojos, vienes de una noche de amor. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#love

Se reunían un par de veces al año en cualquier punto del mapa para vivir unos días de ilusión y regresar luego con el cuerpo agradecido y el alma alborozada. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#love

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

You’re home,” he whispered into her temple. “No matter what happens, you will always be home. I love you, Ams. ↗

— Airicka Phoenix

#young-adult-paranormal #young-adult-romance #love

-I think you are inhuman. If I leave you, who will you go to? Would you find another lover? I said nothing. -Deny it,damn you! ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#love #michael-ondaatje #novel #romance #the-english-patient

What's agitating about solitude is the inner voice telling you that you should be mated to somebody, that solitude is a mistake. The inner voice doesn't care about who you find. It just keeps pestering you, tormenting you--if you happen to be me--with homecoming queens first, then girls next door, and finally anybody who might be pleased to see you now and then at the dinner table and in bed on occasion. You look up from reading the newspaper and realize that no one loves you, and no one burns for you. ↗

— Charles Baxter

#relationships #settling #solitude #love