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They stared at her together for a moment. Sun beams played over marble, making the pink alabaster glow as if rosy blood danced just under the surface of Aphrodite's skin. ↗

— Eloisa James

#love

Her love of words is a private passion - one she would rather not share. In the house of her childhood though everything had to be shared. If she tried to hold anything back, they would search and find the hidden places. Her written words, discovered, read were just the source of more pain and punishment. This was why she loved poetry. They did not always understand it so they left it alone. ↗

— Bell Hooks

#memoir #poetry #writing #love

Cam was filled with the rage of a man unable to rescue his lady, even though she was only debatably in danger. ↗

— Eloisa James

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-Es que nunca lo había notado-me interrumpió. -¿Notado qué? -Que lo único que hacía falta en mi casa eras tú. ↗

— Adriana González Márquez

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It's as if I've stepped off the edge of a cliff, and even though my heart's in my mouth and my stomach is in knots, I'm the most excited I've ever been in my life. I'm totally enthralled by him. I want him, every part of him, and I desperately want him to feel the same way about me. ↗

— Serena Grey

#excitement #falling #falling-in-love #love #unrequited-love

Los persas no necesitan haber vivido el amor en sus propias carnes. En sus cuentos y mitos, incluso en el libro sagrado, el amor está por todas partes. ↗

— Kader Abdolah

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Never thought reality could get better than one's dreams. Thanks to a women though, one would rather stay awake becaues one's dreams aint remotely close to being as good as his reality. ↗

— Morena Baloyi

#philosophy #love

Chess is the most intimate game in the world. It's like making love. By the time we finish our first slow game, I will know all his thoughts. ↗

— Eloisa James

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Not so, however, with books, for books cannot change. A thousand years hence they are what you find them to-day, speaking the same words, holding forth the same cheer, the same promise, the same comfort; always constant, laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep. ↗

— Eugene Field

#reading #love

If you continue with that train of thought and end it with, I did it because I love you and can’t bear to see you in turmoil, you could sell it to Hallmark, but not to me! ↗

— Rebekkah Ford

#young-adult #love