#isa

I had the feeling I was going to be successful, and I didn't want to be another disappointing Indian. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#disappointing #feeling #going #had #i

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #love #magnus-bane #love

I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lisa-kleypas #love #love

Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love. ↗

— Scott Turow

#love #melancholy #love

We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#relationships #young-love #love

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. ↗

— David Levithan

#love #love

Cole,” I said, “do you think I’m lovable?” “As in ‘cuddly and’?” “As in ‘able to be loved,’” I said. Cole’s gaze was unwavering. Just for a moment, I had the strange idea that I could see exactly what he had looked like when he was younger, and exactly what he’d look like when he was older. It was piercing, a secret glimpse of his future. “Maybe,” he said. “But you won’t let anybody try.” I closed my eyes and swallowed. “I can’t tell the diference between not fighting,” I said,“and giving up.” Despite my eyelids being tightly shut, a single, hot tear ran out of my left eye. I was so angry that it had escaped. I was so angry. Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn’t know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it waslike a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole’s hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into the skin next to my jaw. It wasn’t a touch that said “I need more”. It was a touch that said “I want this.” It was all completely soundless. I didn’t think either of us was breathing. Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, “That’s how I would kiss you, if I loved you. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#cole #cole-and-isabel #cole-st-clair #forever #isabel

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us. ↗

— Emil Cioran

#philosophy #love

And, like a fool, she kissed him back. Kissed him a way that would leave no doubt about the way she felt about him. Kissed him because she knew the chances were slim she'd have very many kisses like that in her lifetime. Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen. ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#love #raisa #love

You fall in love, it's intoxicating, an for a little while you feel like you've actually become one with the other person. Merged souls, and so on. You think you'll never be lonely again. Only it doesn't last and soon you realize you can only get so close and you end up brutally disappointed, more alone than ever, because the illusion-the hope you'd held on to all those years-has been shattered. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#loneliness #love #love