#love

Do the best for you, live well with you, and love you so much ↗

— Terry

#love

Kadin raised an eyebrow and gave Rob a knowing look. Then he tapped Gregory on the shoulder and said, “It’s not that bad. It could be worse.” Gregory shrugged. “I guess I expect too much. All the decent hotels are gone now.” Rob was carrying a delicate white orchid that had been carefully arranged in a low Imari dish. They never visited empty-handed. If it wasn’t a special gold box of Gregory’s favorite chocolate, it was a small, fine trinket from the antique shop. He placed the arrangement beside Gregory and said, “This is for you. I hope you like orchids. ↗

— Ryan Field

#m-m-romance #take-me-always #love

If I open my mouth My word would be of love and hope Tenderness completing me from inside out ↗

— Chimnese Davids

#hope #love #love

El amor de mi hombre no conocerá el miedo a la entrega, ni temerá descubrirse ante la magia del enamoramiento en una plaza llena de multitudes. Podrá gritar -te quiero- o hacer rótulos en lo alto de los edificios proclamando su derecho a sentir el más hermoso y humano de los sentimientos. ↗

— Gioconda Belli

#love

Of anyone, I know better than most we are what we make ourselves. ↗

— Michelle Diener

#love

Would you still love me if I killed someone?” I said nothing. My breath was coming too fast. “I would still love you,” Go said. “Go, do you really need me to say it?” She stayed silent. “I did not kill Amy.” She stayed silent. “Do you believe me?” I asked. “I love you. ↗

— Gillian Flynn

#love

Kyōko: ...You're the type who doesn't fight alongside people who slow you down, right? You pick the one thing in the world you wanna protect, and you protect it to the end. ...That's the right answer. ↗

— Magica Quartet

#protect #love

Barbaric is letting the woman suffer to be alone for the rest of her life. ↗

— Missy Lyons

#loneliness #love #suffer #love

Junior writers $300; Minor poets—$500 a week; Broken novelists—$850-1000; One play dramatists—$1500; Sucks—$2000. Wits—$2500. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#love

He couldn't tell Zeke how they would be tomorrow, because he didn't know that answer yesterday, did he? ↗

— Clare London

#love