#love

Thick pulse and dizziness make his head light and stomach turn. He really can’t feel his fingers, or knees for that matter. But everything settles down again—almost as if it were always meant to—when his eyes graze a dumb grin and a pair of glittering eyes. ↗

— Changdictator

#love #romance #love

Still, it’s almost too natural to rekindle Jongin’s smile with a tiny “Hello,” and somehow the syllables are perfect on his tongue, perhaps because he’s said it a thousand times already. Perhaps because they’re meant to be. ↗

— Changdictator

#love #romance #love

Where are we—” Kyungsoo yelps as Jongin practically throws him over the window pane of a filthy-rich looking convertible, a treacherous little thing parked up against the curb, all black exteriors and plush white interiors, not even bothering to open the door, “going?” “To see fireflies,” Jongin says muffling coughs in his sleeves, and it’s only when Kyungsoo buckles up and looks over does he realize that the boy is grinning from ear to ear, “Real ones. ↗

— Changdictator

#fireflies #love #sad #sob #love

Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: ‘Quick! Quick! Quick!’ And the more she destroys, the more she is renewed. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#love

Wild creatures' eyes, the colonel said, Are innocent and fathomless And when I look at them I see That they are not aware of me And oh I find and oh I bless A comfort in this emptiness They only see me when they want To pounce upon me at the hunt; But in the tame variety There couches an anxiety As if they yearned, yet knew not what They yearned for, nor they yearned for not. And so my dog would look at me And it was pitiful to see Such love and such dependency. The human heart is not at ease With animals that look like these. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#poetry #love

Nous restâmes quelques instants à nous fixer avec la même hargne dans le regard. La pièce semblait onduler sous le poids du combat qui s’y était déroulé. L’espace qui nous séparait paraissait tantôt se comprimer, tantôt se dilater, jusqu’à ce que, finalement, il n’y ait plus entre nous que nos deux bouches qui s’emmêlaient dans un baiser furieux. Je le détestais pour tout ce qu’il venait de me dire, et je n’en avais que plus envie de lui. ↗

— Marika Gallman

#love #love

Remember that success and prosperity come to those who are doing what they love. Success is the shadow of Love. ↗

— Christopher Dines

#christopher-dines-quotes #love

I grabbed a robe and a fireplace poker and headed down the stairs at a snail's pace. I was sure I loved him, but I wasn’t prepared to be brutally murdered to save a man of his size. He was on his own. Unless of course, it was a mob of uncompromising zombies. Then I might have attempted to fight beside him. I shook my head, nearly laughing at this point. ↗

— Holly Hood

#love #love

But we'd had only so many nights together, and the notebook had only so many pages, and that world was never going to get any bigger. The truth was that I couldn't have kept her even if she'd lived. At the end, we'd both been pushing at the walls of our secret world, pushing at each other. We'd given each other everything we could. It wasn't enough for either of us anymore. ↗

— Jennifer R. Hubbard

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afraid of being discovered, afraid of not getting back the love you gave, afraid of him going away from your land, afraid of telling him you love him, afraid of looking into his eyes, afraid of everything and yet i am in love with him. ↗

— sangay wangmo

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