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Sé mi chica, Nora. Sé mi todo. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick Finale

#love #nora-grey #pacth-cipriano #love

For I'll keep my humanity, though I did not keep my promises. ... and Love shall not be wrested from my veins. ↗

— Susan Abulhawa

#humanity-and-society #love #love

I think about following her, but I want to give Zoe a minute alone with her mother. I want them to have the shift and redistribution of their relationship that I never got to have with my own mom, that acrobatic feat of love where everything is turned upside down and yet they are both still able to keep their balance. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love

She saw the snowy poles of moonless Mars, That marvellous round of milky light Below Orion, and those double stars Whereof the one more bright Is circled by the other ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

#doom #enoch-arden #kisses #love #love

From his shoulder on down, the Rat felt the supple weight of her body. An odd sensation, that weight. This being that could love a man, bear children, grow old, and die; to think one whole existence was in this weight. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#weight #love

Could it really be this easy to land a handsome man? If so, why didn't I try it ages ago? ↗

— Steve Hockensmith

#regret #seduction #age

In a fallen world marked by human depravity and deep-seated sin, in a world where Hitler and Stalin had recruited millions of followers to commit mass murder, love must harness power and seek justice in order to have moral meaning. Love without power remained impotent, and power without love was bankrupt. ↗

— Timothy B. Tyson

#followers #hitler #humanity #impotence #love

I'd like to believe every moment I have spent, all the time I have spent with the people I love most lives on forever ↗

— Laxmi Hichkad

#love

And when you grow up one day," her mother would always add, "you might be lucky enough to be shot by someone you love. ↗

— Carolyn Cohagan

#love

He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging unimaginably fast, but each grasps a silken edge of memory that billows between them and softens the long fall. ↗

— Lauren Groff

#friendship #memories #age