#hard

A woman's love is strange and cruel and nearly always clear-sighted, love that sees is always horrible love, and she knew walking away was right and so she walked, dismissing the cries as only another part of the boy's development, like smiles from gas or scraped knees. ↗

— Stephen King

#richard-bachman #women #love

When I was a child and teenager I read whenever I had the opportunity, but since then I've found it hard to read as much as I'd like, children, work, and pets all providing powerful incentives to escape into a book and a practical reason why I rarely do so. ↗

— Louise Brown

#child #children #escape #found #had

Endeavor for greatness, venture for the sake of the heart. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#greatness #heart #love #nadege #richards

People think that you're all happy because you're young. That kids or young adults have it great and everything is okay just because you're young and there is no problems in your life. That's not true. ↗

— Unknown

#love #sadness #truth #young #love

Love Egoist: Let me tell you this. I've done things to be appreciated but nothing to be insulted for. After all, I'm trying my hardest not to disappoint my students. ↗

— Bisco Hatori

#dissapoint #hard #insult #love

Hardy was every loose-limbed cowboy in warn denim, every pair of blue eyes, every battered pickup, every hot cloudless day." -Liberty ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#liberty-jones #love #sugar-daddy #love

When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master. ↗

— Robert Bridges

#first #guess #hard #love #master

And – I think you know, don’t you? – that I love you, Anne.’ I feel as if I have been living in a loveless world for too long. The last tender face I saw was my father’s when he sailed for England. ‘You do? Truly?’ ‘I do.’ He rises to his feet and pulls me up to stand beside him. My chin comes to his shoulder, we are both dainty, long-limbed, coltish: well-matched. I turn my face into his jacket. ‘Will you marry me?’ he whispers. ‘Yes,’ I say. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#love #marriage #match #richard-iii #love

When pondering how the past affected us, we rarely look for OUR effect on it. We think about what we were up against versus what we stood for. We remember what we feared but not what we dreamed. We ponder how much we were loved versus how much we loved. We think, why did all that happen to me? What did I get out of it? Where will it lead me? When perhaps we should wonder, what did I make happen? What did I give? Where will I direct myself now? From THE CHARGE by brendon burchard: http://ow.ly/bcBd5 ↗

— Brendon Burchard

#the-charge #dreams