#fiction

When I write I feel like I can breathe. It’s like yoga for the brain. ↗

— Elise Stokes

#inspirational #writer #inspirational

Our days and years are strung upon The thread that runs so true. The game of life is played and Lost to love. -Nancy Janes Nancy Janes ↗

— Nancy Janes

#journey #quest #sc-fiction #love

I know you. Inside and out, Sara. I know you, and I’ve accepted it all. Every bit of the crazy. And I love you anyway remember? ↗

— Emme Rollins

#crazy-in-love #crazy-love #crazy-people #crazy-quotes #love

My knees were weak but he held me with one hand, guiding me with the motion of his hips. I was completely his to do with what he wanted and he knew it. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#alpha-male #alpha-males #erotic #erotic-romance #erotica

Les générosites en amour se payent cher. ↗

— Natalie Barney

#lesbian-fiction #love #love

The regrets about all she had let go flooded her. Where had all that enterprise gone? All that energy? Why had she never traveled? Or had more sex when she could? She had bleached and annihilated every waking moment of the last twenty years. Anything, rather than feel. ↗

— Rachel Joyce

#marriage #regret #relationships #marriage

Only where children gather is there any real chance of fun. ↗

— Mignon McLaughlin

#inspirational #young-adult-fiction #inspirational

Appalling things can happen to children. And even a happy childhood is filled with sadnesses. Is there any other period in your life when you hate your best friend on Monday and love them again on Tuesday? But at eight, 10, 12, you don't realise you're going to die. There is always the possibility of escape. There is always somewhere else and far away, a fact I had never really appreciated until I read Gitta Sereny's profoundly unsettling Cries Unheard about child-killer Mary Bell. At 20, 25, 30, we begin to realise that the possibilities of escape are getting fewer. We begin to picture a time when there will no longer be somewhere else and far away. We have jobs, children, partners, debts, responsibilities. And if many of these things enrich our lives immeasurably, those shrinking limits are something we all have to come to terms with. This, I think, is the part of us to which literary fiction speaks. ↗

— Mark Haddon

#literary-fiction #reading #love

Maybe love, unfathomable love, was too much for people, so they had traded it for something easier. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#marriage #teen-fiction #young-adult #love

A marriage, willy-nilly, requires you to trust that your spouse will tell your story truthfully and lovingly when you are no longer around to tell it yourself. ↗

— Kate Braestrup

#nonfiction #love