#love

Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell," Holly advised him. "That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing, you'll end up looking at the sky. ↗

— Truman Capote

#home

Breathe for love tomorrow, because there's no hope for today. ↗

— Hayley Williams Paramore

#love

I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings. My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. I salute that Source in you. Let us work together for unity and love. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#love #peace #unity #beauty

Follow your heart and what it's saying, after you die, an when you live. What he/ she lives is what she/he is giving to you . Enjoy it and you'll be happy. Love isn't a game ,love is a portrait, of a beautiful butterfly flapping it's wings to the horizon. ↗

— Avis

#beauty

Who are you in love with?" I said then. For a minute Marco didn't say anything, he simply opened his mouth and breathed out a blue, vaporous ring. "Perfect!" he laughed. The ring widened and blurred, ghost-pale on the dark air. Then he said, "I am in love with my cousin." I felt no surprise. "Why don't you marry her?" "Impossible." "Why?" Marco shrugged. "She's my first cousin. She's going to be a nun." "Is she beautiful?" "There's no one to touch her." "Does she know you love her?" "Of course." I paused. The obstacle seemed unreal to me. "If you love her," I said, "you'll love somebody else someday. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#beauty

If you think of love, you see the beauty. If you feel love, you are the beauty itself. ↗

— Toba Beta

#love-to-be-felt #beauty

The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed. ↗

— Madame Necker

#lovers #storms #summer #beauty

Was that pity? I think it was. No wonder, I even pity myself. Will the pity make her love me? Make her take me home with her and look after me like the plant? Fucking bastard smug plant. ↗

— Rhona Cameron

#love #home

Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#love #beauty

Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts. ↗

— Chris Lange

#love-story #romance #romantic-suspense #beauty