#lash

People who can pull you in and take you on a journey, as opposed to simply adding flash. Again, that feels very clinical, and I don't respond to that the way I used to. ↗

— Bill Sienkiewicz

#again #clinical #feels #flash #i

The brightest flashes in the world of thought are incomplete until they have been proven to have their counterparts in the world of fact. ↗

— John Tyndall

#brightest #counterparts #fact #flashes #incomplete

The name's Jude Ryder since you're going to be my wife soon. And I didn't used to do girlfriends, flowers, or dates. And then I met you, and that didn't work for you. So I changed for you and you changed for me too, ↗

— Nicole Williams

#change

My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.' Dante was trying to explain faith, I think, as an overpowering love, and maybe it's blasphemous, but that's how I think of the way that I love you. You came into my life and suddenly I had one truth to hold on to-that I loved you, and you loved me. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#dantes-paradise #desire #love #stars #sun

Anyone? On Snow's visit before the Victory Tour, he challenged me to erase any doubts of my love for Peeta. "Convince me," Snow said. It seems, under that hot pink sky with Peeta's life in limbo, I finally did. And In doing so, I gave him the weapon he needed to break me. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#dystpoia-fiction #flash-back #heart-ache #loss #teen-fiction

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked. ↗

— Erich Segal

#banners #bells #checked #comes #ears

Mom told me that love is like a seed. You've got to plant it to grow. But that's not all. You need to water it. The sun needs to shine enough, but not too much. The roots have to take hold," he continued, narrowing his eyes in concentration. "And from there, if it pops its head above the surface, there are about a million things that could kill it, so it takes a whole lot of luck too. ↗

— Nicole Williams

#jude-ryder #love #love

When the boy was with his father in the house outside of the city, he was drilled about visitors to the apartment. His father took careful notes. Were there men? he said. And all the boy could think of were the men who brought their dinners, who fixed their sink and toilet. What about late nights? Does she go out at night? Does she leave you alone? The light on those mornings streaming through the windows made him yearn for the the diffuse gray light of the city, its cool tones, like the side of a ship gliding into a harbor. - third eye ↗

— Meg Sefton

#flash-fiction #short-story #men

At first she was so inexpressive and indifferent that I wanted to know more about her. I envied that blankness - it was the opposite of helplessness or damage or craving or suffering or shame. But she was never really happy and already, in a matter of days, she had reached a stage in our relationship where she no longer really cared about me or any thoughts or ideas I might have had. ↗

— Bret Easton Ellis

#jamie #relationship

She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theatre curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#seduction #seduction