#love

Bella: How could I live with myself when it’s my fault? None of you should be risking yourselves for me – Jasper: Bella, Bella, stop. You’re worrying all the wrong things, Bella. Trust me on this – none of us are in jeopardy… Our family is strong. Our only fear is losing you. Bella: But why should you – Alice: It’s been almost a century that Edward’s been alone. Now he’s found you. You can’t see the changes that we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you? ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#loss #love #change

And then I remember this morning and I wonder if it really happened or if I dreamed it. It was nice. And weird. And tender. I'm not used to tender. It's a fossil, that word. Conditions changed and it died out. Like the woolly mammoth. It just couldn't live in the same world as dick box. Ho dog. Or wiener cousins. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#romance #tenderness #vulgarity #young-adult #young-love

I could probably write a book on the complexities of our relationship, on my constantly shifting emotions, my ever-changing mind, but let's just say that nothing is ever as black and white as it seems, that love is not only blind but pathetic too. It can make us into victims and fools, reduce us to the kind of people who infuriate us on soap operas, the kind you want to scream at for allowing the creep or bitch to walk all over them. ↗

— J.M. Morris

#love #people #relationships #change

People say, it is so special to be loved by someone. How can I say, when I’ve never been loved. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#special #love

My granda always told me that fall's the time to root up something you don't want coming back to trouble you.' Kote mimicked the quaver of an old man's voice. 'Things are too full of life in the spring months. In the summer, they're too strong and won't let go. Autumn...' He looked around at the changing leaves on the trees. 'Autumn's the time. In autumn everything is tired and ready to die. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#love #change

I am not sure that the discovery of love is necessarily more exquisite than the discovery of poetry. ↗

— Marguerite Yourcenar

#love

Comment pourrais-tu aimer quelq'un avec le plâtre qui t'immobilise le coeur? On t'a imposé trop de calculs pour que tu puisses aimer. Si tu aimes quelqu'un, c'est qu'on t'a mal éduqué. ↗

— Amélie Nothomb

#love

I slept peacefully that night, feeling exultant and determined. Little did I know that I was making the most common and the most painful mistake women have made all throughout the ages: to naively think that with their love they can change the man they love. ↗

— Elif Shafak

#age

you mean machines are like humans?" I shook my head. "No, not like humans. With machines the feeling is, well, more finite. It doesn't go any further. With humans it's different. The feeling is always changing. Like if you love somebody, the love is always shifting or wavering. It's always questioning or inflating or disappearing or denying or hurting. And the thing is, you can't do anything about it, you can't control it. With my Subaru, it's not so complicated. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love #change

I always use the same pick-up line: I dial the phone number and when she picks up I say, “So aside from me, are there any other guys you’re talking to right now?” I get some good use out of it before she changes to an unlisted number. ↗

— Bauvard

#humor #love #pickup-lines #stalking #change