#elation

As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. ↗

— Julio Cortázar

#love #relationship #love

Without trust there is no love, for trust Is also love. ↗

— Liteboho Leo Mohlotsane

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The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Often, love is a tangled web of lies that only a broken heart would weave. Seldom is dishonesty the whole person, rather it's the pain. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#broken-hearts #dishonesty #growth #hearts #judgement

Honestly speaking, when you are doing something that you do not want to reveal to your love one especially when it is capable of destroying the integrity of your relationship, even though you doesn't consider it as a sin, but you are absolutely sure that it would hurt the him/her ? you are still not being honest, and it's still a relationship violation." -- by Rain in the Sun ↗

— Rain in the Sun

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Willow Mosby, when I look at you, all of the broken pieces fit back together. ↗

— Courtney Nuckels

#love #pieces #puzzle #relationships #love

Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an 'off' day. Trust me, good things will come of it. ↗

— Michelle M. Pillow

#author #fiction #guy #love #men

If your blade were as sharp as your tongue, you'd have sliced my through years ago. ↗

— Erica Goros

#hate #love #relationships #love

He's a sweet man whose crime was that he didn't love me quite enough, and because this wasn't much of a crime I had to make up some bigger ones. ↗

— Nick Hornby

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Fermina Daza había rechazado a Florentino Ariza en un destello de madurez que pagó de inmediato con una crisis de lástima, pero nunca dudó de que su decisión había sido certera. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#pain #relationship #sadness #split #love

And then there's the truth beyond that, sitting like an old rock under green creek water: none of these things matter. Right now, in this moment, we have love. We have it in the sound of my daughter's laugher, in Mom's and Georgia's locked fingers, in the warm pressure of J.T.'s hand. It will leave, and it will come again, and when it does I'll give up everything and take it. Just like an addict. Like dry grass in new rain. It's not something I'm proud of necessarily. Then again, maybe I am. ↗

— Katie Crouch

#life #loss #love #relationships #love