#love

Lovnad i djupaste snøen frå Siss til Unn: Det lovar eg deg at eg ikkje vil tenke på noko anna enn deg. Tenke på alt eg veit om deg. Tenke på deg heime og på skolen, og på skolevegen. Tenke på deg heile dagen, og dersom eg vaknar om natta. ↗

— Tarjei Vesaas

#love

Love is not for sale but you can also get a copy by paying. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#paying #love

Ese tipo de amor capaz de consumir el mundo o llevarlo a la gloria ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #love #spanish #love

Amo gli occhi di una donna, la sua pelle, la sua passione, tutto. Parlo tanto, fin troppo, ma ci sono momenti che rimango in silenzio ad ascoltarmi. E’ in quei momenti che fabbrico i miei pensieri più veri, mentre cammino per le strade, osservando la gente che passa, ascoltando i discorsi, a volte assurdi, di alcune persone o assaporando il sole che mi scalda dentro. Amo ridere, giocare. Amo le cose belle, le belle storie che dicono qualcosa, mi piace tutto ciò che fa palpitare il cuore. E’ bello aver la pelle d’oca, significa che stai vivendo. ↗

— José Saramago

#cuore #heart #life #love #vita

Love is like a childs birth, it's special, amazing, it brings happieness, and you should cherish it, as it grows into somthing not perfect but becomes stronger within the bond between two people. ↗

— Binh Nguyen

#romance #love

Sonnet VIII Je vis, je meurs : je me brûle et me noie, J’ai chaud extrême en endurant froidure ; La vie m’est et trop molle et trop dure, J’ai grands ennuis entremêlés de joie. Tout en un coup je ris et je larmoie, Et en plaisir maint grief tourment j’endure, Mon bien s’en va, et à jamais il dure, Tout en un coup je sèche et je verdoie. Ainsi Amour inconstamment me mène Et, quand je pense avoir plus de douleur, Sans y penser je me trouve hors de peine. Puis, quand je crois ma joie être certaine, Et être en haut de mon désiré heur, Il me remet en mon premier malheur. ↗

— Louise Labé

#poems #sonnets #love

Melihat orang yang kamu sayangi terluka jauh lebih menyakitkan daripada merasakan luka itu sendiri. ↗

— Irin Sintriana

#prisoner #quote #love

Percayalah bahwa aku mencintaimu di setiap detik waktuku. Sepanjang sisa umurku. ↗

— Irin Sintriana

#prisoner #quote #love

They had a saying: An Arab loves in the order of: his son, his camel, and his wife - but there were times when one was allowed to take precedence over the other! ↗

— Margaret Rome

#arabs #camel #love #son #wife

Dear heart,” he murmured, “do not look on me with those dear, scared eyes of yours. If there is aught that puzzles you in what I said, try and trust me a little longer. Remember, I must save the Dauphin at all costs; mine honor is bound with his safety. What happens to me after that matters but little, yet I wish to live for your dear sake. ↗

— Emmuska Orczy

#france #honor #love #the-scarlet-pimprenel #trust