#ect

I love Mr. Darcy ↗

— Erynn Mangum

#love

From love arises hatred of those things which are contrary to what we love, or which oppose and thwart us in those things that we delight in. ↗

— Jonathan Edwards

#love

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#company #deepest #drowsy #electrified #feel

That's why Twinkle likes the place so much, Scott thought, looking around at the faded wood veneer tables, and the faded souls drinking at them. Misery was soaked through the place like the old beer soaked through its carpets. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#reflection #love

People Should not be protected from the world.. -It cripples them. ↗

— Josephine Humphreys

#life #people #protection #rich-in-love #world

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin? ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#love

Isn't it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#arrow #love #sorrow #vector #love

He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes, She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own. Time froze. Her heart ceased to beat. Her eyes fluttered shut. The cool slip of the small metal loop pressed into her skin as he kissed her. Urgent. Gentle. So slow. Sweet, soft demolition. He tasted of cloves and coffee. And of something else. A farawat essence, familiar and yet somehow foreign, too. Something sere and arid. A little like some. A little like decay Ash. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#kissing #love #perfect #love

He learned how quickly love died when you weren't looking; if you weren't looking. ↗

— Andre Dubus

#love

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#feelings #habit #love #show #truth