#let

I’ll never let go of you again,” she whispered. “I swear it. ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#holding-on #letting-go #lost-love #love #love-and-loss

As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you. - Jace ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#dreams

...if I was going to play this game and love it, it had to love me back. ↗

— Amy Lane

#reason-for-coming-out #love

You say that you hope I will be recognized as the best novelist of my generation. I want you to know now and know completely that that would mean to me absolutely nothing. ↗

— Jean Stafford

#absolutely nothing #best #completely #generation #hope

Jack shook his head. 'Books. What is it with women and books? My sisters were the same. They were always buying books for boys they fancied.' Ellie bent down and picked up the stone and put it on the table. 'It's like sending a love letter without having to write it yourself,' she said softly. ↗

— Hazel Osmond

#courtship #love-letters #love

She saw in his eyes defeat of her wild dreams, her mad desires. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#scarlett-o-hara #dreams

No I am not Prince Hamlet nor was meant to be Am an attendant lord one that will do To swell a progress start a scene or two Advise the prince no doubt an easy tool Deferential glad to be of use Politic cautious and meticulous Full of high sentence but a bit obtuse At times indeed almost ridiculous— Almost at times the Fool. I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind Do I dare to eat a peach I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us and we drown. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#loneliness #mermaid #regret #trousers #love

You think when someone you love passes away, everything becomes clearer, that your priorities and perspectives align in a way they’ve never aligned before because of the sobriety of it all. But it doesn’t. Those revelations just become skewed and distorted until you’re forced to rewrite them entirely. You can’t walk straight on a new path when you have too much luggage on your back. You just keep swerving, trying to find a way to accommodate the weight, but it’s all dead and you know it’s going to take you down. The only answer is to reroute. -Emma ↗

— Rachael Wade

#grief #letting-go #love

Roses are red violets arae blue my love for you is forever true. ↗

— Paola Calvillo

#love #roses #true #violets #love

I want a trophy wife. I’ll keep her on the shelf next to my future Nobel peace prize. (I plan on inventing a gun that shoots love, not bullets.)
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— Jarod Kintz

#bullets #gun #invention #love #nobel-peace-prize