#love

It’s like I’m trying to keep the bad away with one hand while holding on to the good with the other, and it just doesn’t work. It’s stupid. I need both hands. So I guess I just have to spread out my arms and accept the bad with the good. ↗

— Andrea Lochen

#good #love #open-arms #repear #year

The feeling of not being understood and of not understanding the world is no mere accompaniment of first passion, but its sole non-accidental cause. And the passion itself is a panic-stricken flight in which being together with the other means only a doubled solitude. ↗

— Robert Musil

#love #love

For the briefest of moments his eyes sparkled before dimming again. “However much I would love to get into a discussion about chastity belts, now is not the time. The people we were fighting were not human in the strictest sense of the word. ↗

— Michelle Smart

#sexy-humor #love

She felt almost spellbound by him, as if he were a magnet pulling her to him. ↗

— Lisa Genova

#love

They met at Woodstock, and their love lasted a lifetime. Heartbroken but determined he calls on his two best friends to help him return to where it all began. One last roadtrip. One last chance to say Good-bye, Emily ↗

— Michael Murphy

#good-bye #love

Hearts In Me If I look to the world with hearts in my eyes Then surely I’ll be intrigued and inspired. If I touch the world with hearts in my hands Then surely I’ll learn how to understand. If I listen to the world with hearts in my ears Then surely I’ll truly be able to hear. If I speak with the world with hearts in my mouth Then surely I’ll be kind and gentle enough. If I think of the world with hearts in my mind Then surely I’ll be awake to all life. If I reach for the world with hearts in my palms Then surely its love will flow through my arms ↗

— Jay Woodman

#eyes #flow #gentle #hands #hear

Money sure does fix things, doesn't it? Except for things that can't be fixed. Like broken hearts. ↗

— Alex Flinn

#kyle #lindy #love #love

She didn't say she loved him then. She said it later that night, when he was breathing deeply beside her, the sleep of peace and satiety, as he always did when they'd released each other from passion by indulging it without limit. He slept heavily, so she could smooth his hair, kiss him without his knowing, and whisper the words she didn't know how to say when he heard her. "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife ↗

— Lucy Gordon

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Alcohol is like love," he said. "The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#habitude #love #routine #love

If only I have the guts to tell; If only you have the heart to listen. ↗

— Noor Iskandar

#love #love