#love

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile. ↗

— Tessa Dare

#desire #humor #love #romance #smile

The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.) ↗

— William Goldman

#humor #love #humor

Reason is not what decides love. ↗

— Moliere

#love #reason

Don't fall in love,stand with her....you will find gain with no pain ↗

— Rahul Sharma

#love

HAPPINESS [is] ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED ↗

— Jon Krakauer

#happiness #inspirational #love #marriage #family

I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#friendship #games #love #love-story #passion

What was it about Eric? He was handsome and talented, yeah. But lots of guys were. She had adored Billy Klein back in Alabama the summer before, and she had even felt attracted to him, but it wasn't like this. What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#love

All the black leather she needs is the E-Z boy recliner where her love is parked with one of his hands wrapped around a remote, the other, a bottle of beer. She's right. It's kinky. The way he doesn't look away from the TV, as her head bobs in his lap like a fisherman's float on a nature program, hectic with the pace his breath sets. His crotch swells under her mouth's prowess. He's such a sweetheart he waits until the commercials to come. ↗

— Daphne Gottlieb

#relationships #love

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence. ↗

— Mark Z. Danielewski

#love #silence #space #love

I took her into bed with me and propped myself up with pillows against the headboard to let her nurse. As she nursed and the milk came, she began a little low contented sort of singing. I would feel milk and love flowing from me to her as once it had flowed to me. It emptied me. As the baby fed, I seemed slowly to grow empty of myself, as if in the presence of that long flow of love even grief could not stand. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#motherhood #nursing #love