#han

What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one musn't make a virtue of it, or a profession...Insofar as I love life, I love [my country], but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#sci-fi #the-left-hand-of-darkness #life

How can you fall in love at first sight when you can't even see? ↗

— Melinda Cross

#cross #darkness #eyes #handicapped #lion

Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#nell-channing #zack-todd #love

No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold. ↗

— Alethea Kontis

#enchanted #love #truth #wednesday #love

I wanted love to conquere all. But love can't conquere anything. It can't do anyhting on its own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf. ↗

— David Levithan

#david-levithan #every-day #love #quote #love

He who does not know how to encircle a girl so that she loses sight of everything he does not want her to see, he who does not know how to poetize himself into a girl so that it is from her that everything proceeds as he wants it-he is and remains a bungler ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#johannes #love #poetry #seducer-s-diary #seduction

But just for a minute. I won't be gone long and if she wakes up before I get back tell her that I love her. ↗

— Amanda Stephan

#love #loving #romance #romantic-suspense #the-price-of-trust

Love is all about guts. If you have it, you fight with the world. If you don’t, you fight with yourself. ↗

— Heenashree Khandelwal

#love #soulmates #soulmates-by-chance #love

Oh. A bigger studio. It dawns on me, stupid me, that Henry could win the lottery at any time at all; that he has never bothered to do so because it's not normal; that he has decided to set aside his fanatical dedication to living like a normal person so I can have a studio big enough to roller-skate across; that I am being an ingrate. "Clare? Earth to Clare..." "Thank you," I say, too abruptly. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#love #selflessness #thanks #love

Oh, now my Erin, she'd smile down on me no matter where I walked." Grandpop smiled that little smile again. "But I'd be separated from her, and I'd feel that separation in my soul, you see?" Nathan shook his head. Grandpop sighed. "You have the Irish eyes, boy. One of these days, you'll see from eyes, not your own, feel with a heart outside your chest. Wild Irish eyes. Nathan. When you love, love well and love true, and take care, lad, because those Irish eyes are windows into not just your own soul, but the soul of the one you love." Grandpop looked out at his Erin's grave. "And when you lose that heart, you can't leave the places where your memories are the best. And if I left her, I'd not be buried beside her. ↗

— Lora Leigh

#elite #eyes #grandpop #irish #leigh