#letter

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me. ↗

— John Keats

#love #poetry #faith

But I must submit all my Hopes and Fears, to an overruling Providence, in which, unfashionable as the Faith may be, I firmly believe. ↗

— John Adams

#letters #faith

I swear I will never trust Edward again. This is not kingly, this is not as Arthur of Camelot. This is behaviour as base as an archer’s bastard and I cannot meet his eyes when I see him stuffing his mouth at King Louis’ table and pocketing the gold forks. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#royal-family #family

My faith grew strong, and I sent a letter (as I was ordered) to the Rev. Dignitary of the Cathedral of Exeter. I was assured, before I sent it, he would not answer it. ↗

— Joanna Southcott

#assured #before #cathedral #exeter #faith

I want to be a creature that’s half bee, half the letter B. That way I can pollinate the world with my literacy. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#letter-b #literacy #world #funny

You're a hero and a gentleman, you're kind and honest, but more than that, you're the first man I ever truly loved. And no matter what the future brings, you always will be, and I know that my life is better for it. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#love #romance #life

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully. ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#life

But I wanted to tell you before I left how completely abjectly sorry I am for all the pain I have caused you and that if I die you were the one true love of my life. By the time you read this I will be gone but please know I am still always at your side.... Yours forever Henery William Schoonmaker ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#love-letters #life

It's not the most intellectual job in the world, but I do have to know the letters. ↗

— Vanna White

#i do #intellectual #job #know #letters

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ↗

— John Keats

#days #fanny-brawne #fifty-common-years #letter #love