#love

She dribbled water over his neck and back. The towel didn't quite soak up all of it, and drops raced down his back, trailing the curve of his spine. She loved that curve, framed on either side by ripple after ripple of muscle, and she especially loved the way it dipped in at his waist before flaring onto his perfect, rounded backside. ↗

— Melissa Cutler

#contemporary #romance #suspense #love

Jesus loves you. Everyone else thinks you're an ASSHOLE. ↗

— bumber sticker

#love

De noche, amada, amarra tu corazón al mío y que ellos en el sueño derroten las tinieblas ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#passion #love

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#love #unrequited-love #love

I am going to sit back. I am not waiting. Because waiting will mean expecting and that, will hurt. I am just sitting back looking at you. I am making sure that when it does happen, and whatever that may be, I will remember you. I will remember the way you smile, I will remember your eyes and the fine lines around them when you throw back your head and laugh, I will remember you hands, the fingers I held in mine even if for a fleeting moment. I will remember the way your hair kisses your forehead and how you walk. toward me, and away. ↗

— Geeta Masurekar

#kiss #love #waiting #walk #love

So in sum, what are we? We are the creatures that know and know too much. That leaves us with such a burden again we have a choice, to laugh or cry. No other animal does either. We do, depending on the season and the need. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#love #love

How peaceful life would be without Love, Adso. How Safe. How Tranquil. And how Dull. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#peace #love

For I had loved Seid even in his darkest hours, even as he cursed me and we rode upon a fine line between ardor and abhorrence ↗

— Jennifer Silverwood

#paranormal-romance #sea #stay #love

It has been said that with every great love we have, a little piece of our souls is left behind after the cleaving. ↗

— Emma Shane

#love #romance #love

When he comes back, I'm sticking to him like moss to a stone. You're going to have to cut me off with a knife to get us separated. ↗

— Suilan Lee

#love #love-story #love