#lia

You'll marry the earl and carry on with the nephew on the side." "Grandmother! ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love

What are you doing here?"Lady Vickers asked, turning her frosty glare to Sebastian. "Exactly what you think, my lady," he said. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#bevelstoke #julia-quinn #sebastian-grey #ten-things-i-love-about-you #love

A lot of the names in Talon reference other people or events. For example Amelia, the giant Eagle, was a “tip of my hat” to the extraordinary aviator Amelia Earhart. Both love(d) to fly! ↗

— Christopher Gerard

#animal-fiction #fantasy #talon #young-adult #love

Love melts the hardest hearts Enters between the cracks ↗

— Rick Julian

#rick-julian #tao-te-ching #the-red-pill #love

There had been an attempt to humiliate him. It had not succeeded. He had paid, but pain, like pleasure, has no duration. Pride was an entity more persistent. ↗

— Jack Vance

#pain #pleasure #pride #love

Thou asks, puttar, the purpose of life. This is a very large question indeed from one so young. It is a very quick question to answer, however, and this you will understand one day, or even sooner. Love and be loved, and do a little bit of good. That is the purpose of life, even though tennis is not cricket. ↗

— "Harkishen Singh"

#life

A small piece of me still believed in hope. However minute or unattainable hope seemed, I wanted the childlike wonder. “I want you to love me. I need someone who needs me. But most of all, I know you understand me, and I crave that bond so much that when I’m with you, it’s all I feel. It consumes me. Fires me. Eats at my fine tuned control until there is nothing left of me, but the feel of you in my bones. ↗

— E.R. Pierce

#duality #e-r-pierce #empaths #er-pierce #love

Venne un giorno che alla svolta del sentiero della Palascia la strinsi tanto fra le braccia da toglierle il respiro: alzò gli occhi verso di me e per la prima volta mi guardò in modo diverso, come se avesse capito. ↗

— Maria Corti

#historical-fiction #italian #love #love

Then, I will be a real Italian girl, instead of a total American who still can't hear someone across the street to his friend Marco without wanting instinctively to yell back "Polo! ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#italian #love

And the next day the gondolier came with a train of other gondoliers, all decked in their holiday garb, and on his gondola sat Angela, happy, and blushing at her happiness. Then he and she entered the house in which I dwelt, and came into my room (and it was strange indeed, after so many years of inversion, to see her with her head above her feet!), and then she wished me happiness and a speedy restoration to good health (which could never be); and I in broken words and with tears in my eyes, gave her the little silver crucifix that had stood by my bed or my table for so many years. And Angela took it reverently, and crossed herself, and kissed it, and so departed with her delighted husband. And as I heard the song of the gondoliers as they went their way--the song dying away in the distance as the shadows of the sundown closed around me--I felt that they were singing the requiem of the only love that had ever entered my heart. ↗

— W.S. Gilbert

#william-schwenk-gilbert #love