#les

She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling in, that fine brown affirmation of need. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#coping #drinking-your-troubles-away #happy-hour #loss #lost-love

Not your face, your dimple. And no. You’re the only guy I’ve ever had the urge to lick.” He smiles at me confidently. “Good. Because you’re the only girl I’ve ever had the urge to love. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dean-holder #hopeless #sky-and-holder #sky-davis #love

She'd stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasn't soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the joke, the joke couldn't be on you; And no wanting what you couldn't take, because the world never gave. Or so she'd thought. ↗

— Connie Brockway

#hope #life #life-lessons #love #strength

Oh. A bigger studio. It dawns on me, stupid me, that Henry could win the lottery at any time at all; that he has never bothered to do so because it's not normal; that he has decided to set aside his fanatical dedication to living like a normal person so I can have a studio big enough to roller-skate across; that I am being an ingrate. "Clare? Earth to Clare..." "Thank you," I say, too abruptly. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#love #selflessness #thanks #love

"Crazy," he muttered softly, "how much I need you." Crazy, how something like that can feel like a kick in the chest, can hurt that much, can suck all the air right out of your body for a moment. And at the same time, settle over you, around you, so soft and warm and sweet, that you think nothing can ever be as good as this one moment. Crazy. That I can love you. This much. ↗

— Susan Bischoff

#chronicles #curfew #heroes #susan #talent

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from? ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#reckless #love

Where did the love come from? What was it made of? ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#reckless #love

The Christmas after Mom & Dad split up, they both went crazy buying us presents. Matt, Jonny, and I were showered with gifts at home and at Dads apartment. I thought that was great. I was all in favor of my love being paid for with presents. This year all I got was a diary and a secondhand watch. Okay, I know this is corny, but this really is what Christmas is all about. ↗

— Susan Beth Pfeffer

#life-lessons #life

Love is a renewable resource ↗

— Blanshard & Blanshard

#couples-fights #love #lovers #relationship-advice #relationships

كان مؤسس الدولة العبرية، دافيد بن غوريون، قد أعلن في اول كنيست شاركتُ في عضويتها -الكنيست الثانية في العام 1952 - عن دهشته من استمرار اللاجئين الفلسطينيين في اجتياز الحدود محاولين العودة إلى مدنهم وقراهم وبيوتهم وحقولهم، "مع أننا -قال - نطلق الرصاص عليهم ونقتلهم". فوجدتني اقاطعه باللغة العبرية لأول مرة في حياتي في الكنيست. أجبته ،مندهشاً أنا أيضاً : ألا تعرف معنى حب الوطن؟! ↗

— إميل حبيبي

#love #palestine #love