#hold

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes. ↗

— Katherine Mansfield

#happiness #happy-people #holding-hands #love #short-story

Ang pag-ibig parang rubber band na hawak ng dalawang tao on both ends. Kapag bumitaw yung isa, yung nag-hold on ang masasaktan. ↗

— Chico Garcia

#love #love

I'm just like any other person you can meet and greet on the street and like or not like. I'm not Holden or Humbert. You can really touch me! If you don't believe me, come to Aristod right now. Come hold and hump me! ↗

— Brian Celio

#humbert #humor #salinger #wordplay #humor

You have a nice mouth," he says. "I can't stop looking at it." "You should taste it. It's quite lovely. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#mouth #sky #love

People don't tell others when they lose interest, just like they don't tell others when they love them. And then they wonder why they are so unhappy. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#relationships #love

I live you," I whisper to him. He kisses my head again and signs into my hair. "I don't think I live you back anymore. I'm pretty sure I've moved beyond that. Actually, I'm positive I've moved beyond that, but I'm still not ready to say it to you. When I say it, I want it to be separate from this day. I don't want you to remember it like this. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#love #sky #love

...finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them. ↗

— Paolo Giordano

#love #thoughts #touch #love

No," Lana said, "I'm not going to heal your scratch." "Good," Sanjit said. "Good? Why good?" "Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you. ↗

— Michael Grant

#gone #hand-holding #lana #love #michael-grant

Maybe that’s what I have been looking for. When storms and rockslides threaten, I am looking for someone who will hold on to me and not let go. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#devotion #hold-on #love #never-let-go #rockslide

It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#rain