#love

It isn't the happy ending Ingrid and I had dreamed up, but it's all a part of what I'm working through. The way life changes. The way people and things disappear. Then appear, unexpectedly, and hold you close. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#disappear #happy-ending #inspiration #life #love

la amistad es la raíz del amor puro. el amor puro es la fuente de la felicidad. ↗

— Sitta Karina

#love #friendship

Porque la muerte puede ser cualquier cosa. Un girasol recién cortado o un revólver humeante. O el rostro de la primera mujer que amamos cuando aún éramos niños y no sabíamos el tamaño de la desdicha que alberga la vida. ↗

— Marianne Diaz Hernandez

#death #love #muerte #death

To the poor memories of drunks,' she said. 'To all the lovely nights forever lost. ↗

— S. Fitts

#drunks #loss #love

Love yourself as you love your neighbour. If you love your neighbour with a heavy heart, love yourself too with a heavy heart. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#dislike #friends #friendship #hate #heart

Being popular or not, having company or being alone, are not issues of concern for the developed soul. ↗

— Donna Goddard

#friendship-and-love #independence #maturity #popularity #soul

I could say it was the nights when I was lonely and you were the only one who'd talk. I could tell you that I like your sensitivity, when you know it's the way that you walk. ↗

— Elvis Costello

#loneliness #love #lust #sensitivity #friendship

I was watching while you're dancing away, our love got fractured in the echo and sway. How come everybody wants to be your friend? You know that it still hurts me just to say it. ↗

— Elvis Costello

#echo #friendship #love #pain #friendship

Moistening her lips, she asked, "That's what this is all about? Bringing me here?" His hesitation was so slight she almost missed it. "It could be. Probably is, after all." "You still want to seduce me." "I want whatever you can give me," he murmured against her ear. "Where we go from here may depend on what I can give you. ↗

— Jennifer Blake

#reunited-lovers #love

This love of theirs, with its reassuring domesticity and its easy silences, its permanence, has yoked Sally directly to the machinery of mortality itself. Now there is a loss beyond imagining. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#mortality #imagination