#love

She cleared her throat and asked, “Do you have a preference?” Christ, was she insane? “I’d love to feel at least one part of you without latex between us. ↗

— Aline Hunter

#diane #no-strings #zeke #love

It is bad to fall in love with the wrong person, but worse to cheaply fall out of love from the right person. ↗

— Olaotan Fawehinmi

#love #love

In sex women are largely guided by their sensible bodies but men are driven crazy by their feverish minds. Men love to think and talk about sex; women enjoy it while it lasts, if they can, and have little interest in pre-match build-up or post-match analysis. ↗

— Michael Foley

#love

What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; '...What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or not, and desert their chosen intendeds for my sake?' 'Because they can't help it, miss,' replied the girl; 'the reason's plain.' (If Miss Squeers were the reason, it was very plain.) ↗

— Charles Dickens

#humor #plain #vanity #love

I have never loved Fortune, even when she seemed most to love me. I never considered her treasures mine, neither her money, nor her office nor her influence. Her theft of these things, therefore. has taken away nothing of my own. Mother, my roof is the stars. My house is human goodness. My body is clothed. My stomach is full. And the thirstier part of me, my soul, drinks gladly from the pool of my books. So much for me. I am just fine. ↗

— Walter Wangerin Jr.

#love

The most procession that ever comes to a man in this world is a women's heart. ↗

— Josiah G Holland AKA Timothy Titcomb

#poetry-quotes #romance-love #love

We fundamentalists are a pack of mood-loving showoffs. I'm sure the Minor Prophets would have found subject for correction. ↗

— Elisabeth Elliot

#pride #religion #love

You, you too?' he breathed in amazement. He took up one of her gloves and began drawing it out through his fingers. She siad nothing, but he saw her lip quiver, and she turned away and began looking at the house through the glasses. He likewise began to examine the audience. He wished he knew how it seemed to her. He had been mistaken, he felt. The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own. ↗

— Willa Cather

#love

Не исчезай. Исчезнуть можно вмиг, но как нам после встретиться в столетьях? Возможен ли на свете твой двойник и мой двойник? Лишь только в наших детях. Не исчезай. Дай мне свою ладонь. На ней написан я — я в это верю. Тем и страшна последняя любовь, что это не любовь, а страх потери. ↗

— Евгений Евтушенко

#poetry #love

We fall in love for the sake of love. ↗

— Sandip Bantawa

#love