#in

As sure as roses will have thorns, love will bring you pain ↗

— Teresa Bodwell

#love

Bishop was all done with the witty converstaion. "Will you swear?" And Myrnin said, shockingly, "I will." And he proceeded to, a string of swearwords that made Claire blink. He ended with, "--frothy fool-born apple-john! Cheater of vandals and defiler of dead dogs!" and did another twirl and bow. He looked up with a red, red grin that was more like a leer. "Is that what you meant, my lord? ↗

— Rachel Caine

#claire-danvers #humor #myrnin #witty

That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, I realized I was in love with him. Not that, 'I love you, man,' type of love. Nope. I was ass over teacup in love with my best friend. The 'let's get married and grow old together' type of love. ↗

— Summer Michaels

#friends-to-lovers #love

It's in giving yourself that you possess yourself ↗

— Lou Andeas-Salome

#love #love

We remember though all the firelit glow Of a great hearth's gleam and glare, And we looked for a space at each happy face And the love that was written there. ↗

— Caris Brooke

#firelight #fireplace #happiness #love #poetry

These fragments I have shored against my ruins ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#aging #fall #nostalgia #past #age

cela fait si longtemps que ça dure que j'ai cessé de me demander si c'est dans la haine ou dans l'amour que nous trouvons la force de continuer cette vie mensongère, que nous puisons l'énergie formidable qui nous permet encore de souffrir, et d'espérer. ↗

— Georges Perec

#haine #hate #love #love

His smiling face revealed a love too strong to be kept inside, but the feelings obviously rising inside him kept him from looking directly at Kikunojou. He gazed instead at Kikunojou's clear reflection on the water. ↗

— Haruo Shirane

#chris-drake #hiraga-gennai #japanese #love #romance

Love is disgusting when you no longer possess yourself. ↗

— Pola Negri

#love #lovers #love

I didn't want them to discuss how lovely my wife was, I wanted them to go out and search for my fucking wife. I didn't say this out loud, though; I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me. ↗

— Gillian Flynn

#love