#love

It was also her nature that caused her letters to avoid emotional pitfalls and confine themselves to relating the events of her daily life in the utilitarian style of a ship's log. In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#life

Her words were like tinfoil; they shone and they covered things up. ↗

— Helen Cross

#lies #words #love

It was foul, and I loved it. I loved to perish. I loved my own — not that for which I erred, but the itself. Base, falling from Your firmament to utter destruction — not seeking anything through the shame but the shame itself! ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

#love

For reasons that are not well understood, war's codes are safer for most of us than love's. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#meaning #war #love

Wouldn't--" Kel began to say, but the wordsstuck in her mouth. She swallowed and tried again. "Wouldn't it be well, not nice to flirt with somebody you don't want to fall in love with? ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#love

And it only seems fitting that, in this moment of illusion, the words just come out of me. "I love you, too. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#love

Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#intimacy #love #simon #love

Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#lost-loved-one #love

I love you Kaname-sama. You are the beginning of of my world, and everything in that world...So even if I couldn't remember my past...I wasn't scared ↗

— Matsuri Hino

#love

No matter what you write, no matter how meticulous and painstaking the creation process, someone is going to laugh, scorn, and dissect your work with criticism while another quietly falls in love with it. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#author #create #form #produce #richelle