#hips

She didn't want me; she wanted all of me. I didn't mind saying it. My girlfriend scared the crap out of me. ↗

— T.J. Forrester

#relationships #love

A real relationship doesn't properly begin until the NRE burns away. That's when you have to start dealing with this person as an all-around human being, replete with irritating little habits. When disillusion sets in, love can begin. ↗

— Anthony D. Ravenscroft

#polyamory #relationships #love

A man to whom a woman cannot look up, she cannot love. Yet, it is marvelous how a woman contrives to find something to look up to in a man. ↗

— Arnold Haultain

#man #relationships #woman #love

How much do you love me?" She drew in a breath and let it out. "Too much." "Too much is just enough for this man." "And do you love me?" she whispered. "I have always loved you. Always. You know that. ↗

— Delilah Marvelle

#love #relationships #love

Just remember that the only question in a house is who is to rule. The rest is only dancing around that, trying not to look it in the eye. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#love #relationships #romance #love

Laurie: Besides marrying for love is vastly over-rated. There will be no guarantees that love will last. But a million dollars lasts a long time if you invest it properly ↗

— Carol Grace

#love

Those silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy-five years ago. The Women's Society Club had been about supporting one another, about banding together to protect one another because no one else would. But it had turned into an ugly beast, a means by which rich ladies would congratulate themselves by giving money to the poor. And Agatha had let it happen. All her life, it seemed, she was making up for things she let happen. ↗

— Sarah Addison Allen

#life #love #regret #friendship

If your blade were as sharp as your tongue, you'd have sliced my through years ago. ↗

— Erica Goros

#hate #love #relationships #love

He's a sweet man whose crime was that he didn't love me quite enough, and because this wasn't much of a crime I had to make up some bigger ones. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#love

And then there's the truth beyond that, sitting like an old rock under green creek water: none of these things matter. Right now, in this moment, we have love. We have it in the sound of my daughter's laugher, in Mom's and Georgia's locked fingers, in the warm pressure of J.T.'s hand. It will leave, and it will come again, and when it does I'll give up everything and take it. Just like an addict. Like dry grass in new rain. It's not something I'm proud of necessarily. Then again, maybe I am. ↗

— Katie Crouch

#life #loss #love #relationships #love