#love

For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #clockwork-angel #clockwork-prince #jem-carstairs #love

Love was like the waves in the sea, gentle and good sometimes, rough and terrible at others, but that it was endless and stronger than the sky and earth and everything in between. ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#love #love

Books are to me as homemade tattoos are to an inmate. Can't get enough of them. ↗

— Laurie Notaro

#humor #love #tattoos #humor

As for me, I was just trying to get it right, whatever that means. But now I finally felt I was on my way. Everyone had a forever, but given a choice, this would be mine. The one that began in this moment, with Wes, in a kiss that took my breath away, then gave it back - leaving meastounded, amazed and most of all, alive. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love-kiss #sarah-dessen #the-truth-about-forever #life

I am the sunrise of sunsets, and I make love like noon at midnight.
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— Jarod Kintz

#midnight #noon #sunrise #sunsets #love

[I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#book #book-lovers #books #reading #reading-books

It was heartfelt, it was heartbreaking. It was extreme joy, it was bone-crushing grief. It was fiery hot, it was icy-cold. It was true love sprouting... it was true love dying. It's like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn't understand why. ↗

— S.C. Stephens

#teen-angst #love

I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#sex #love

Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror, constantly jogging, jostling, bumping against each other’s bodies by mistake or on purpose, sensually, aggressively, awkwardly, impatiently, in rage or in love – think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave, everywhere, behind them! ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#memories #love

I love zombies. If any monster could Riverdance, it would be zombies. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#monsters #zombies #love