#leave

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark, almost black, filled with pain. She'd let someone do that to her. She'd known all along she felt things too deeply. She became attached. She didn't want a lover who could walk away from her, because she could never do that - love someone completely and survive intact if her left her. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#hurt #leave #love #love

If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't. ↗

— Anne Gracie

#leave #longing #love #romance #sweet

Where we love is home, Home that the feet may leave, but not our hearts. ↗

— Oliver Wendell Holmes

#love #never-leave #love

She could just pack up and leave, but she does not visualize what's beyond ahead. ↗

— Núria Añó

#feminism #freedom #gender #gender-inequality #hypocrisy

Sticklers never read a book without a pencil at hand, to correct the typographical errors. In short, we are unattractive know-all obsessives who get things out of proportion and are in continual peril of being disowned by our exasperated families. ↗

— Lynne Truss

#family

You're a punk?' 'What?' 'What do they call people from the eighties?' I asked. 'Oh,' she laughed. It was a beautiful laugh. 'I'm my mother, actually. I mean, these are her clothes from High School. I guess I should tell people I'm Cyndi Lauper though, or something, because dressing up as your mother is pretty lame.' 'I almost dressed up as my mother,' I said, 'but I was worried what my therapist would say.' She laughed again, and I realized that she thought I was joking. It was probably for the best, since telling her the second half of my mom costume - a giant fake butcher knife through the head - would probably freak her out. ↗

— Dan Wells

#humor #john-cleaver #morbid #beauty