#hear

I think of the quietness of Julian’s voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep. I love you, Julian. But the words don’t come. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#julian-fineman #love #sadness #unrequited-love #love

She’s wild, unpredictable and dangerous as hell. Not just to my sanity, but to my health. She’s the kind of girl you know you’ll want forever with and forever will still not be enough. But she’s not the type of girl to give forever to you willingly. I’m pretty sure you’d have to drag it out of her kicking and screaming.” - Dominic Delaney -Damaged ↗

— Nina D'Angelo

#dominic-delaney #heartbreak #love #nina-d-angelo #romance

I'm guessing whatever 'ways' you have in mind aren't Jill-appropriate either." "Put your books away and I'll show you. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #love #richelle-mead #sydney-sage #sydrian

Because I still love him. You can't just turn love off. You still feel it. ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#love

I still love him. And here's the worst part. I want him back. - Ree ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#dumped #heartbroken #love

The heart that bleeds, knows true heartache.-Nina Jean Slack ↗

— Nina Jean Slack

#emotional #emotions #hear #heartache #love

Its oke to be sad. I've been trained to love my darkness ↗

— Lady Gaga

#life #love #reality #love

An I mo chridhe, I mo ghraidh. - In Iona that is my heart's desire, Iona that is my love. ↗

— Saint Columba

#heart #iona #saints #scotland #love

He's been out for a while," she said. "You ready to take a break?" Hopper could exist in this living form or be transformed into a small statue, which helped avoid uncomfortable questions when people came by. Only she could transform him though. "Yeah. He keeps trying to eat my paints. And I don't want him to watch me kiss you goodbye. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines-series #callistana #dragon #hopper-the-callistana #love

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all. ↗

— Diane Les Becquets

#letting-go #love #love