#las

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad. ↗

— Homer

#greece #longing #love #lovers #love

...you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow... ↗

— John Geddes

#glass-footprint #love #poetry-quote #princess #snow

What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lisa. "I hear that from women a lot. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dreams

Many women arrange their lives around the people they love. Unfortunately, that arrangement takes up most of our days. ↗

— Holly Robinson

#glass-ceiling #women #writing #love

The Last Leaf I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow; But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. ↗

— Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

#love

Tell me anything. Tell me everything. Revoke our time apart. Love me fierce in danger. ↗

— James Ellroy

#love

an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love. ↗

— Nick Laird

#nick-laird #poem #poetry #the-last-saturday-in-ulster #time

Nadie me había mirado así jamás, Leo. Así, tan, tan, tan... Sí, tan así. Queria que lo supieras. Por cierto es un cumplido, un pequeño cumplido, amor. ¿Lo has notado? ↗

— Daniel Glattauer

#cada-siete-olas #love #virtual #love

Just what do you want?” Her answer had been, My very own Mr. Darcy. And hadn’t she wished for a “darkly handsome man, heroic, upstanding, and moral, with a heart filled to overflowing with love to her rescue and sweep her off her feet?” She nodded to herself. Yes, I did. And didn’t that fit Alysandir, right down to the rescue and sweeping her off her feet and into his arms? – Isobella Douglas ↗

— Elaine Coffman

#love

You know those nights where the day has unfolded in such a way that now, in the night, you can feel all the gaps in your body and you can see all the reasons you’re not who you wish you were - you know those nights where the only sound is of you drinking and the people outside who have each other to drink with - those nights when you’re unable to think or be or do because of the paralyzing loneliness - it feels like a hundred of those nights - stitched together and squared - and they come to me in a blush. ↗

— Stefan Golaszewski

#night #stefan-golaszewski #love