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Trust is'nt a black and white thing, you know. Everyone has the capacity to let you down at one time or another." "Then why should I trust anyone?" "Because if you can't trust, you cant love ↗

— Amy Kathleen Ryan Vibes

#love

How shall I typify what happened? Passion play? Somewhat. Weird tale? Indubitably. Horror story? Pretty close. Grotesque melodrama? Certainly. Black comedy? Your point of view will determine that. Perhaps it was a combination of them all... So, to the story. A chronicle of greed and cruelty, horror and rapacity, sadism and murder. Love, American style. ↗

— Richard Matheson

#love

We talked to each other as you'd talk to a stranger you'd met while drunk after the barman calls for last orders, sure you wouldn't remember the other's face in the morning. (69) ↗

— Elina Hirvonen

#love

We stood there, squeezing each other's hands as though trying to press through the flesh to the bones and then beyond. She kissed my cheek and neck, and I felt the joy of omnipresent love -- everything around me speaking about me with affection, and Mary was listening. ↗

— Aleksandar Hemon

#love

You couldn't get more original than Laura. Laura. Yes, she was an original, all right. One of a kind. Did they break her mold or what, pal? Or...or did it self-destruct? Still, Laura. The one and the only. Such a plain name for a unique cutie. But perhaps my acuity is not without its problems. I ruin everything: a stupid story to be tapped out on my tomb's stone. I ruined even Laura. And an original ruin is rare. Just ask the archaeologist, "Egypt, again?" Just ask me, "Laura, again?" and we'll both respond: "Yes, again and again. And again. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#love #original #originality #love

Brianna peered through the large transparent window into the sea of plexiglass cradles. Each infant, so small and precious, belonged to someone. Someone that cared for them. Someone that loved them. Brianna sniffled and turned away, unable to bear the thought that she had no one. ↗

— J.E.B. Spredemann

#life #loneliness #life

Love doesn't excuse our faults: it makes them insignificant. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#insignificance #love #love

Millie? Does the White Clown love you? ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#television #love

Angie was where most of me began and all of me ended. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

#sacred #love

Then he was forming letters again, one at a time on her back, while Laurel clung to him, full of heart and body, still joined to him intimately. Wanting his words, needing them, moved profoundly by them. I love you. One letter after the other, until they were all there, telling her everything she needed to know here in the dark. ↗

— Erin McCarthy

#russ #love