#de

I love you, Bryn Dawson. I am yours, and yours alone, to the very end. ↗

— Nicole Williams

#love

The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#becomes #insupportable #love #love is #most

My love, you are playing with a fire that you do not fully understand.” His voice was deep and controlled. “There are times I may not be able to control myself. I am injured, and I need to feed – this would be one of those times.” ~Cole ↗

— Tina Carreiro

#desire #hunger #paranormal-romance #romance #vampire

I’m willing to die for the woman I love. I just want to take 75 years to do it. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#aging #death #die #life #lifespan

The Commission has five commissioners from each side, plus three alternates, so all together sixteen members, people who are independent from the two governments, who have a lot of integrity, professional competence, and who have credibility in their respective countries. ↗

— Jose Ramos-Horta

#commissioners #competence #countries #credibility #each

Whoever, then, thinks that he understands the Holy Scriptures, or any part of them, but puts such an interpretation upon them as does not tend to build up this twofold love of God and our neighbor, does not yet understand them as he ought. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

#bible-interpretation #golden-rule #love #scriptures #love

I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#oliver #love

What do you want from me Duncan?” My breath caught in my throat when he licked his lips and swallowed hard. “I don’t know everything and nothing. I feel like you’re this giant flame that I can’t get away from. I fight the pull; I try as hard as I can to move in the other direction but something keeps bringing me back. I left town hoping I’d never come back here, but here I am. I guess I’m sick of fighting it. I’m willing to take the chance of burning up the question is, are you?” Duncan-The Wild Hunt ↗

— Ashley Jeffery

#forbidden-love #relationships #the-wild-hunt #love

If you were to destroy in mankind the belief in immortality, not only love but every living force maintaining the life of the world would at once be dried up. Moreover, nothing then would be immoral, everything would be permissible, even cannibalism. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#life

How strange, Royce thought, that, after emerging victorious from more than a hundred real battles, the greatest moment of triumph he had ever known had come to him on a mock battlefield where he'd stood alone, unhorsed, and defeated. This morning, his life had seemed as bleak as death. Tonight, he held joy in his arms. Someone or something—fate or fortune or Jenny's God—had looked down upon him this morning and seen his anguish. And, for some reason, Jenny had been given back to him. Closing his eyes, Royce brushed a kiss against her smooth forehead. Thank you, he thought. And in his heart, he could have sworn he heard a voice answer, You're welcome. ↗

— Judith McNaught

#god #jenny #judith-mcnaught #roycesweetiepie #death