#ene

I may have survived, but I am broken," I remind him sadly. "No, Sunny, you're just a bit battered. We both are. Or if we're broken, that's only when we're alone. But now we're together, baby! And together, we're both whole. ↗

— Olivia Lynde

#completeness #love #love

Eppure resta che qualcosa è accaduto, forse un niente che è tutto. ↗

— Eugenio Montale

#happened #love #love

Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence? ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#audrey-niffenegger #love #the-time-traveler-s-wife #love

I would see him, Edward.' It was no request; he knew it to be an ultimatum. He shook his head violently, not trusting his voice. Time passed. She was staring at him, saying nothing, and on her face was a look of stunned disbelief, of anguished accusation he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life. But when she spoke, her voice held no hint of tears. It was not a voice to offer either understanding or absolution, spoke of no quarter given, of a lifetime of love denied. 'God may forgive you for this,' she said, very slowly and distinctly, 'but I never shall. ↗

— Sharon Kay Penman

#forgiveness

Sweet. You did it, Pat. I thank you. My libido thanks you and my manly bits that the ladies love, thank you as well.” Shawn grinned. ↗

— Ginny Atkinson

#lumenessa-saga #love

I doubt if ever one ceases to love, but one can cease to be in love as easily as one can outgrow an author one admired as a boy. ↗

— Graham Greene

#books #doctor-fischer-of-geneva #graham-greene #love #love

Why should I care about you first kiss,' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#kissing #love #saturday #september #love

In the therapeutic process based on awareness, there exists no ”I" – it just exists a presence, a light, a love and a silence. ↗

— Swami Dhyan Giten

#ego #love #meditation #presence #psychology

Women are never tired of bewailing man’s fickleness in love, but they only seem to snub his constancy. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#fickleness #love #love

Sometimes Edith came into the room and sat on the bed beside him and they talked. They talked of trivial things – of people they knew casually, of a new building going up on the campus, of an old one torn down; but what they said did not seem to matter. A new tranquility had come between them. It was a quietness that was like the beginning of love; and almost without thinking, Stoner knew why it had come. They had forgiven themselves for the harm they had done each other, and they were rapt in a regard of what their life together might have been. Almost without regret he looked at her now; in the soft light of late afternoon her face seemed young and unlined. If I had been stronger, he thought; if I had known more; if I could have understood. And finally, mercilessly, he thought: if I had loved her more. As if it were a long distance it had to go, his hand moved across the sheet that covered him and touched her hand. She did not move; and after a while he drifted into a kind of sleep. ↗

— John Williams

#forgiveness #love #death