#her

Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #lean-on-me #love

No love is greater than that of a father for His son. ↗

— Dan Brown

#father-and-son #son #love

I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment. ↗

— Anita Diamant

#love #motherhood #love

A mother who would stop at nothing for her child is dangerous woman when crossed. ↗

— Solange nicole

#determination #love #mother-s-love #motherhood #solange

It's just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man - the galumphing, unshaven, stinking, opinionated off-spring - you see before you, with his parking tickets and unpolished shoes and complicated love life. You see all the people he has ever been all rolled up into one. I look at him and see the baby I held in my arms, dewing besotted, unable to believe that I'd created another human being. I see the toddler, reaching for my hand, the schoolboy weeping tears of fury after being bullied  by some other child. I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history. ↗

— Jojo Moyes

#life

[Everyone needs] a woman who'll listen, take your side, tell the truth - or not, as you need it. A woman you can count on, no matter what, and who'll love you no matter how much you screw up. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#love

Love? Sodding, bloody, tossing, bloody, sodding, bloody love? Irrelevant, superfluous, bloody, ruddy, rotten, sodding love? What ho? Wherefore? What the f*ck? Love? ↗

— Christopher Moore

#fool #love

...I couldn't let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million lonely aisles. ↗

— Marisha Pessl

#heathcliff #longing #wal-mart #wuthering-heights #love

But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw) ↗

— Emily Brontë

#vanity #love

For him and his brother, he now knew, that music was real. Becuase all you had to do, really, was be willing to use your imagination. And listen. ↗

— Holly Goldberg Sloan

#imagination #music #imagination