#love

For me, prayer is an aspiration of the heart, it is a simple glance directed to heaven, it is a cry of gratitude and love in the midst of trial as well as joy; finally it is something great, supernatural, which expands my soul and unites me to Jesus. ↗

— St. Therese of Liseiux

#story-of-a-soul #love

remember you must live. remember you most love. remainder you mist leaf. ↗

— Ali Smith

#remember-you-must-die #love

He had an affectionate heart.  He must love somebody. ↗

— Jane Austen

#love

My love, you are playing with a fire that you do not fully understand.” His voice was deep and controlled. “There are times I may not be able to control myself. I am injured, and I need to feed – this would be one of those times.” ~Cole ↗

— Tina Carreiro

#desire #hunger #paranormal-romance #romance #vampire

I’m willing to die for the woman I love. I just want to take 75 years to do it. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#aging #death #die #life #lifespan

~Living Life Without A Heart Is Like Living Without You~...~Dead~... ↗

— Jenny Silva

#life #love #misery #life

I didn't want to fight with him. And yet I could not promise him what I most wanted to give - my love, the promise that I would stay with him in the Winter Court, that I would throw caution aside and be with him. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#romance #love

لَنْ تَنَالُوا الْبِرَّ حَتَّىٰ تُنْفِقُوا مِمَّا تُحِبُّونَ ۚ وَمَا تُنْفِقُوا مِنْ شَيْءٍ فَإِنَّ اللَّهَ بِهِ عَلِيمٌ “You will not attain righteousness, unless you give of that which you love ↗

— Surah Imrân

#quran #love

Karena cinta tak mengenal kata lelah... Karena cinta tak mengenal kata menyerah. ↗

— Irin Sintriana

#love

And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked and soothed. Hers caressed. The distance - and the difference - between us dwindled and vanished. We could meet, mingle, and blend. Neither one of us existed any more; for a time there was a single being that was both. There was escape from the solitary cell; a brief symbiosis, sharing all the word ... ↗

— John Wyndham

#thought-shapes #love