#lou

If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#love

In my first video diary I explained my love for women who have a taste in carrots. Since then, I have received plenty of carrots. Now I also have a keen interest in women who like Lamborghinis. ↗

— Louis Tomlinson

#lamborghini #louis-tomlinson #love

I love the big red bus! ↗

— Louis Tomlinson

#one-direction #one-thing #love

You know I'll be Your Life Your Voice Your Reason To Be My Love My Heart Is Breathing For this Moment in Time I'll Find the words to say Before You leave me Today ↗

— One Direction

#liam-payne #louis-tomlinson #moments #niall-horan #zayn-malik

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#among #clouds #fate #fight #guard

That is the crowning evil, that we can even go so far as to love each other, you and I. And who else would show us a particle of love, a particle of compassion or mercy? Who else, knowing us as we know each other, could do anything but destroy us? Yet we can love each other. ↗

— Anne Rice

#love

He grinned, though his face was strained. “That’s it, love. Use me to make yerself feel good. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #love

At that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always! ↗

— Marcel Proust

#love #jealousy

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#heart #love #poetry #love

I must be getting back to my rooms,” Silence said and stood. Mick frowned with displeasure. “Why?” “Because of Mary Darling.” He shrugged. “One o’ the maids is watchin’ her.” “But if Mary wakes she’ll want me.” “Why?” he asked again, biting into a sweetmeat. This discussion wasn’t to his fancy, but sparring with her was. “Because,” she said slowly, looking at him as if he were lack-witted, “she’s only a baby and she loves me.” “Babies,” Mick pronounced, “are a great trouble.” She shook her head, not bothering to reply this time, and started marching to the door. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #love