#love

You might be the cruelest person I’ve ever met,” he said in a conversational tone. “What?” I gasped. “My first wife killed herself. Took me centuries to get over it and love again, yet you weren’t going to mention that you might be compelled to slay yourself in front of me. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#vlad #love

I did it, Finn. I did it. I was ready to jump, and now she’s jumping with me. ↗

— Jessica Park

#love

But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it. She understood why people talked about hearts "breaking"; she felt as if hers were made of cracked glass, and the shards were like tiny knives inside her chest when she breathed. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#fragile-love #glass #heartbreak #knives #love

I realized how hard it that must have been, how much hurt when you know the only way to help someone is to give him distance. So I let him go. ↗

— Katie Kacvinsky

#love #love

Electronic books are ideal for people who value the information contained in them, or who have vision problems, or who like to read on the subway, or who do not want other people to see how they are amusing themselves, or who have storage and clutter issues, but they are useless for people who are engaged in an intense, lifelong love affair with books. Books that we can touch; books that we can smell; books that we can depend on. ↗

— Joe Queenan

#books-about-books #ebooks #love

You are it for me. But the me that knelt in front of you that night and the me that is standing in front of you right now is not the same me that's out there in the spotlight." He thumped his hand over his heart. "They only get the outside, not the inside. That's for you. ↗

— Tina Reber

#love

I remember Lena's expression when he knocked on the door; and how Alex had looked at her when she finally let him into the storeroom. I remember exactly what he was wearing, too, and the mess of his hair, the sneakers with their blue-tinged laces. His right shoe was untied. He didn't notice. He didn't notice anything but Lena. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love

No truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sadness that comes to us without warning. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#kindness #learning #sadness #sincerity #sorrow

Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that. ↗

— Martin Luther King Jr.

#social-justice #love

Love is more than about distance, it's about emotions. ↗

— Yannick Heywang

#emotions #love #love