#love

There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#paulo-coelho #romance #the-alchemist #dreams

Every romantic woman dreams of Willoughby. However, every wise woman’s heart knows Colonel Brandon would take care of her when she was sick, love her when she was well and know her worth every day that she breathes. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#jane-austen #love #marriage #relationships #sense-and-sensibility

Love is deceitful and sublime. In its truest form, it brings out the best in all beings. At its worst, it's a tool used to manipulate and ruin anyone who is stupid enough to hold it. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#love #love-sucks #dreams

This was where she belonged with Nur, right here, here in his songs. Here within the lyrics they were intimate, caught in the rythm of his words, proppelled by the substance of his dreams. These songs would be their story and these lyrics their home. ↗

— Leila Aboulela

#dreams

What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#comfort-of-love #fear #fear-of-losing-loved-ones #love #dreams

... He didn't know how to say good-bye. His throat ached from the strain of holding back his emotions. “I don't want to leave you,” he said humbly, reaching for her cold, stiff hands. Emma lowered her head, her tears falling freely. “I'll never see you again, will I?” He shook his head. “Not in this lifetime,” he said hoarsely. She pulled her hands away and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her wet lashes brush his cheek. “Then I'll wait a hundred years,” she whispered. “Or a thousand, if I must. Remember that, Nikki. I'll be waiting for you to come to me. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#emma #lisa-kleypas #love #nikki #dreams

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare. ↗

— Rachel Cohn

#life #love #nick-norah-s-infinite-playlist #nightmare #reality-check

To world enough and time. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#love #time #world #dreams

[H]e initially conceived of Olivier as a man of the greatest promise destroyed by a fatal flaw, the unreasoning passion for a woman dissolving into violence, desperately weakening everything he tried to do. For how could learning and poetry be defended when it produced such dreadful results and was advanced by such imperfect creatures? At least Julien did not see the desperate fate of the ruined lover as a nineteenth-century novelist or a poet might have done, recasting the tale to create some appealing romantic hero, dashed to pieces against the unyielding society that produced him. Rather, his initial opinion -- held almost to the last -- was of Olivier as a failure, ruined by a terible weakness. ↗

— Iain Pears

#love #passion #perception #poetry #romanticism

Death loves death, not life. Dying people love to know that others die with them; it is a comfort to learn you are not alone in the kiln, in the grave. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #dying #love #death