#love

But why is it that within me "I don't want to" and "I want to" stand side by side? That is the chief horror of the matter; I continue to long for that happy death of yesterday. The horror of it is that even now, when I have integrated the logical function, when it becomes evident that that function contains death hidden within it, still I long for it with my lips, my arms, my heart, with every millimeter....

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#death

Freud's view is that all love is sexual in its origin or its basis. Even those loves which do not appear to be sexual or erotic have a sexual root or core. They are all sublimations of the sexual instinct. ↗

— Mortimer Adler

#basis #core #even #freud #instinct

The people who loved me when I was seven years old love my books, and the people who didn't like me when I was seven years old don't like my books. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#i #like #love #loved #me

I love the road. That's always been my goal. I've said that to many record labels. I want to make records. The road is my favorite. Some people hate the road, I love the road. ↗

— Gary Allan

#been #favorite #goal #hate #i

So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. “I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #cute #dangerous #kissing #love

I've come home in love with loneliness ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#love

The last time I saw him he was walking down lover's lane holding his own hand. ↗

— Fred Allen

#down #hand #him #his #holding

It is probably not love that makes the world go around, but rather those mutually supportive alliances through which partners recognize their dependence on each other for the achievement of shared and private goals. ↗

— Fred Allen

#around #dependence #each #go #goals

Harmony is one phase of the law whose spiritual expression is love. ↗

— James Allen

#harmony #law #love #phase #spiritual

Are you all right,” he whispered, his lips brushing the tips of my spiky hair. Granted, I knew he was only being discreet so as to save poor Hillary from being reamed again, but my knees didn’t know the difference. They betrayed me, buckling under his hot breath on my ear and the deep whisper that tickled my senses. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#family-saga #love #romance-love #romantic-suspense #young-adult