#in

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#constantine #from #helen #paris #tales

Love gives you wings. Icarus and the Challenger both had wings, and so did my first love letter, after I folded it up and flung it at my crush.
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— Jarod Kintz

#challenger #crush #explosion #flung #icarus

I skimmed the pond scum with a spoon like broth in a soup bowl. Why does everything have to remind me of her? 
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #memory #nostalgia #pond #remind

Sage.” He laughed. “I’m into anything, so long as you’re with me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#contentment #happiness #love #sydney-sage #love

Now, brethren, do not expect perfection in your choice of a mate. Do not be so particular that you overlook her most important qualities of having a strong testimony, living the principles of the gospel, loving home, wanting to be a mother in Zion, and supporting you in your priesthood responsibilities. Of course, she should be attractive to you.... And one good yardstick as to whether a person might be the right one for you is this: in her presence, do you think your noblest thoughts, do you aspire to your finest deeds, do you wish you were better than you are? ↗

— Ezra Taft Benson

#religious #uplifting #love

The strength of a love is always misjudged if we evaluate it by its immediate cause and not the stress that went before it, the dark and hollow space full of disappointment and loneliness that precedes all the great events in the heart's history. ↗

— Stefan Zweig

#heart #loneliness #love #love

Sorry doesn’t mean anything! Not when you’re still with him. It’s not just that you cheated—it’s that he’s still here, and you’re still with him. It just goes on and on, and it hurts every single time I see you with him. I hate it that he makes you smile, and that there’s nothing I can do to stop this. I can’t think straight, and everything hurts, and nothing makes sense anymore. You’re shredding my heart with one hand and stroking his ego with the other. And it’s killing me, Faythe. You’re killing me. And it’s only going to get worse, now that everyone knows. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#hurt #love #marc-ramos #pain #love

You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #letting-go #lost #love #mockingjay

And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating. ↗

— Alberto Moravia

#fascination #love #men #monster #scorned

I know I’m not supposed to say this,” he said. “But I think I love you more than ever.” I took his hand and tried not to think about how happy his words made me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#feelings #love #sydney-sage #love