#ff

A love affair is like a short story--it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and well knit with that element of revelatory surprise as a well-written story should be, it usually dissipated in a succession of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#sex #love

The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#love #pain #soul #sublime #suffering

But why all these questions? Because I'm in love and I'm afraid of suffering. Don't be afraid, the only way to avoid that suffering would be to refuse to love. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#pain #suffering #love

I know that suffering is one place where He ministers to us the most. So to think that we've had our quota would be foolish. I am just longing for the day when all the pain stops. ↗

— Mary Beth Chapman

#god-s-love #pain #perseverance #suffering #love

I am the Captain of my own life. ↗

— Lexis De Rothschild

#fiction #humor #novella #offbeat #page-turner

A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute. ↗

— Rachilde

#caprice #love #lust #passion #love

I'm thankful because I'm still alive. I'm thankful because I lived the mantra, Only The Strong Survive. I'm thankful because I have Chris Ann. And that has made all the difference. And it always will. It always gets better. I told you so... ↗

— Jamie Schoffman

#jamie-schoffman #not-all-out-of-love #strong #thankful #love

As a balloon expands, so too does my love for you with each passing day. To know how I truly feel about you, look no further than the balloon giraffe.
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— Jarod Kintz

#giraffe #love #love

A concrete love is a mass of emotion formed into a compound mixture of affection, care, desire and expectation. ↗

— Munia Khan

#emotion #love #love

You're not sure? Look at your own fingers. Are you not sure, if they are yours? Look at any part of you - it might be me that you are looking at! We are the same, you and I. We have been cut, two halves, from the same piece of shinning matter. Oh, I could say, I love you - that is a simple thing to say, the sort of thing your sister might say to her husband. I could say that in a prison letter, four times a year. but my spirit does not love yours - it is entwined with it. Our flesh does not love: our flesh is the same, and longs to leap to itself. It must do that or wither! You are like me. ↗

— Sarah Waters

#love #love