#ding

We kissed each other until we were too tired to keep going. I could still feel him holding back. It was my penance for what I had done to him. All I could do was hope the walls would fall and that I could have all of him again, but I was always leaving and he was tired of watching me walk away. We both knew that I couldn’t stay and that he couldn’t come with me, but still, we couldn’t let go. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#kiss #let-go #love #relationships #walk-away

To quote French author Francois Mauriac, 'Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who your are' is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread. ↗

— Sarah Wendell

#heroines #reading #romance #love

You never forget your first and true love, Ayden Grey. Not officially, not ever. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#bridges #burning #heart #love #nadege

God, the bitter misery that reading works into this world! Everybody knows that - everbody who IS everybody. All the best minds have been off reading for years. Look at the swing La Rouchefoucauld took at it. He said that if nobody had ever learned to read, very few people would be in love. Good for you, La Rouchefoucauld; nice going, boy. I wish I’d never learned to read. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#love

Our minds are full of things our hearts do not understand and that my love, is why the world is filled with so much chaos. ↗

— Christopher Poindexter

#mind #understanding #world #love

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost ↗

— Kevin Arnold

#love #memory #love

I really had no idea you'd be this stupid but then again you were the only person that really got me ↗

— Novala Takemoto

#understanding #love

Suddenly the reader's eyes were filled with tears, and a loving voice whispered in his ear: -Why are you crying if everything in that book isn't true?- And the reader replied: -I know; but what I feel is real. ↗

— Ángel González

#reading #love

Yet who reads to bring about an end, however desirable? Are there not some pursuits that we practise because they are good in themselves, and some pleasures that are final? And is not this among them? I have sometimes dreamt, at least, that when the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards–their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble–the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when he sees us coming with our books under our arms, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#reading #love

Sometimes you win or sometimes you lose. I don't wanna lose you, Don't even own you. I just wanna stay right here, Until never dawns ↗

— Corinne Bailey Rae

#love #love