#la

Willow Mosby, when I look at you, all of the broken pieces fit back together. ↗

— Courtney Nuckels

#love #pieces #puzzle #relationships #love

...this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of Arbell had been searching for some time for a way to leave her lover—although she was unaware of this, it is only fair to record. And so as Cale waited for her to save him while he worked out a way of saving her, she had already chosen the bitter but reasonable path of the good, of the many over the one... ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bad #beat #bitter #cale

Advice from a Romance Writer: Guys, make your woman feel pretty even on an 'off' day. Trust me, good things will come of it. ↗

— Michelle M. Pillow

#author #fiction #guy #love #men

Успокойтесь, вы с ним оба - страстные натуры, вам совершенно недоступны умеренные широты, а только на них человек еще сохраняет шансы продлить свое счастье. У него - экстремизм души и идей, у вас - экстремизм сердца и чувств... Очень скверно! Страсти, как сердечные, так и идейные, в конечном счете превращают мир в джунгли. Вспомните эти строчки из Уильяма Блейка: "Tiger, tiger, burning bright, in the forests of the night..." ["Тигр, тигр, пылающий ярко в ночном лесу..." (англ.)] Я не знаю более яркого и точного образа страсти... ↗

— Gary Romain

#love #love

Sir, he hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts... (Act IV, Scene II) ↗

— William Shakespeare

#play #love

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#cale #destruction #easier #easy #english-quote

Fookin' Irish, they're a race of political masochists, they love their fookin' chiefs and princes an' a strong hand belting. It's like the man said in the play, Abair and focal republic i nGaoluinn? ↗

— Gwyneth Jones

#politics #love

I loved her; I didn’t know how to say it without breaking down the autobot façade she saw before her and revealing the ugly and scarred wreck that lived within my skin. So I played with the radio instead. ↗

— David Louden

#literature #roman-á-clef #love

She had seen them in turmoil all round her--love, hatred, vengeance, treachery--she herself practically the pivot around which they raged. Out of the deadly strife she had emerged pure, happy in the arms of the man whom her wondrous adventures as much as his brilliant personality had taught her to love. ↗

— Emmuska Orczy

#diogenes #laughing-cavalier #scarlet-pimpernel #series #love

But the Lady Amalthea and Prince Lir walked and spoke and sang together as blithely as though King Haggard's castle had become a green wood, wild and shadowy with spring. They climbed the crooked towers like hills, picnicked in stone meadows under a stone sky, and splashed up and down stairways that had softened and quickened into streams. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#love #the-last-unicorn #love