#jen

The celestial brightness of Pride and Prejudice is unequalled even in Jane Austen's other work; after a life of much disappointment and grief, in which some people would have seen nothing but tedium and emptiness, she stepped forth as an author, breathing gaiety and youth, robed in dazzling light. ↗

— Elizabeth Jenkins

#jane-austen #pride-and-prejudice #life

Life is NOT short! It's just by the time we catch up to appreciating it...we've already left life at least halfway behind us. ↗

— Sanjo Jendayi

#behind #deserie-johnson #life #sanjo-jendayi #short

You know what they say, if you love something, set it free. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#love

She closed Dan's door and walked down the hall to her room. He makes a good boyfriend, she repeated to herself. What the hell was that suppose to mean? She didn't just want a good boyfriend. She wanted that thing Gustav Klimt had captured so perfectly in The Kiss. That radiant, electric, hold-me-tight-so-I don't-fall-from-up-here-in-the-sky feeling of being in love. Well, don't we all, sweetie? ↗

— Cecily von Ziegesar

#love

I made myself an “I Love Jennifer” jacket out of my old “I Love Jenn” jacket. Two girls, one continuous love. The I Love Jennifer is a little off-center, but then so am I. Better than being self-centered, as my clone would probably say. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#clone #clothing #commitment #devotion #i-love-jenn

That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed. ↗

— Jenny Downham

#before-i-die #jenny-downham #tessa #love

You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love. ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#intimate #love #tietjens #love

He was grotesque, really. But joy radiated from his homespuns when you walked beside him. It welled out; it enveloped you. ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #love

What did you do on Armistice Night? My beloved is mine and I am his! ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #valentine-wannop #love

Her fingers clenched against his shoulder blades. “You don’t know what you’re asking.” “Do I not?” He threaded his hands gently around her neck. “I’m asking you to make love with me.” That word again. She opened her eyes. “Gareth,” she whispered. “Please. Don’t. This is hard enough—” She stopped speaking as his gaze pierced her. Incredible. Last night had seemed so intimate. And yet it had been so dark that she had not been able to see anything other than flashes of light, reflecting off the surface of his skin. Now she could look into his eyes. They were golden-brown. They were not cutting or dismissive. And even though she could see the desire smolder inside them, there was something else in them that turned her belly to liquid. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#gareth #jenny #proof-by-seduction #love