#love

I'm not interested in the next generation, dear. I'm interested in us.' - Julia ↗

— George Orwell

#love

But I was used to finding something deadly in things that attracted me; there was always something deadly lurking in anything I wanted, anything I loved. And if it wasn't there, as for example with Phineas, then I put it there myself. ↗

— John Knowles

#love

Everyone needs a superhero to champion them now and again, to rush to their aid when there's a fierce dragon approaching, a massive army attacking or a scary catacomb to navigate ↗

— Richard Templar

#relationships-love #love

He left her a note in her right slipper that said when I was alone yesterday I was happy, and I wanted you to know. Because look at how much you've done in me. ↗

— Mikl Paul

#poetry #prose-poetry #love

I have always loved Naoko, and I still love her. But there is a decisive finality to what exists between Midori and me. It has an irresistible power that is bound to sweep me into the future. What I feel for Naoko is a tremendously quiet and gentle and transparent love, but what I feel for Midori is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

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It's so egotistical to believe that we know more about someone else's reality than they do, and such a waste of time. ↗

— Shreve Stockton

#judgment #reality #time #waste #love

People worry so much. Just enjoy your body. That you can love. And you're alive. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#love #love

I liked James and James liked me and we both knew it and if you think about it, that's like a miracle. A real miracle. Everyone says that babies are miracles, and don't get me wrong, I love cute little pudgy babies, but if you think about it, me having a baby right now would not be a miracle. At all. But finding someone that gets me? That's the real work. That's where the miracles are. ↗

— Robin Benway

#miracles #love

We're on speaking terms today. I say, Maybe we should hang out with the boys, and you shake your head. I want to spend time with you, you say. If we're still good, next week maybe. That's the most we can hope for. Nothing thrown, nothing said that we might remember for years. You watch me while you put a brush through your hair. Each strand that breaks is as long as my arm. You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you? ↗

— Junot Díaz

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I'm just trying to spare you hurt. Her love for Konrad is like the foundation of the earth." "The earth sometimes shifts. ↗

— Kenneth Oppel

#victor #love