#iv

I always thought love made you stupid. Made you weak. A bad Shadowhunter. 'To love is to destroy.'I believed that[...]I used to think being a good warrior meant not caring,[...] And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained[...] Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I'd ever met. And I realized I was the one who was weak. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#kiki #susanna #viviane #love

I keep my love in the trunk. And I drive slowly over speed bumps, so she doesn’t bump her head around. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#driving #love #trunk #love

I know the rules. I've been living here longer than you have." He cracks a smile then. He nudges me back. "Hardly." "Born and raised. You're a transplant." I nudge him again, a little harder, and he laughs and tries to catch hold of my arm. I squirm away, giggling, and he stretches out to tickle my stomach. "Country bumpkin!" I squeal, as he grabs out and wrestles me back onto the blanket, laughing. "City slicker," he says, rolling over on top of me, and then kisses me. Everything dissolves: heat, explosions of color, floating. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lauren-oliver #lena #love #romance

Whatever has befallen you was not meant to escape you, and whatever has escaped you was not meant to befall you. ↗

— Aidh bin Abdullah al-Qarni

#islam #positivity #faith

By now you've probably noticed that except when safely contained by quotes, Zampanò always steers clear of such questionable four-letter language. This instance in particular proves that beneath all that cool psuedo-academic hogwash lurked a very passionate man who knew how important it was to say "fuck" now and then, and say it loud too, relish its syllabic sweetness, its immigrant pride, a great American epic word really, starting at the lower lip, often the very front of the lower lip, before racing all the way to the back of the throat, where it finishes with a great blast, the concussive force of the K catching up then with the hush of the F already on its way, thus loading it with plenty of offense and edge and certainly ambiguity. FUCK. A great by-the-bootstrap prayer or curse if you prefer, depending on how you look at it, or use it, suited perfectly for hurling at the skies or at the world, or sometimes, if said just right, for uttering with enough love and fire, the woman beside you melts inside herself, immersed in all that word-heat. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#danielewski #truant-s-narrative #love

Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#give #inch #play #write

For the first time in my life, I said the words, “I need a drink. ↗

— Cristina Marrero

#cristy-anne #lesbian #lgbtq #love #queer-youth

These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us? ↗

— Tennessee Williams

#intensity #outgrow #survival #love

The idea—the fact of it, the fact that he even noticed and thought about me for more than one second—is huge and overwhelming, makes my legs go tingly and my hands feel numb. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lauren-oliver #lena #love #love

I know I'm not supposed to say this,” he said. “But I think I love you more than ever. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love