#love

- El amor debe ser algo que te haga perder la razón -susurró-. Algo que te ate para siempre a unos ojos, que no te deje respirar cuando no puedas mirarte en ellos... -¿De verdad crees que existe un amor así? -preguntó, aturdida por sus palabras. -Estoy seguro. ↗

— Ángeles Ibirika

#español #love #spanish #love

There are those nights wehn you're pushing thirty and life seems over. When you feel like you'll never tie up any ends and no one iwll ever kiss your lips again. ↗

— Robert McLiam Wilson

#life

For the eternity that Lux Lisbon looked at him, Trip Fontaine looked back, and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive real life, still plagued him, even now in the desert, with his looks and health wasted. 'You never know what'll set the memory off,' he told us. 'A baby's face. A bell on a cat's collar. Anything.' They didn't exchange a single word. But in the weeks that followed, Trip spent his days wandering the halls, hoping for Lux to appear, the most naked person with clothes on he had ever seen. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#life

It's like he has emotional amnesia... I think you have to accept that the person you knew isn't there at the moment. I was witness to how much he loved you. I have the photos. This isn't the person we knew. I don't recognize this person. He's shed his skin." Her heart is broken too. She has to say the thing that will give me back my life. She draws on every reserve. I see how much it hurts her and it hurts me too. I came from her joy and her pain, I lived in it and I live in it now. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love-loss #pain #life

This is so much easier to erase than to write. ↗

— Yannick Heywang

#feeling #life #live #love #philosophy

She discovered that underneath the aspect of the Rumpled Porcupine, a tortured Marxist was at war with an impossible, incurable Romantic - who forgot the candles, who broke the wine glasses, who forgot the ring. Who made love to her with a passion that took her breath away. She had always thought of herself as a somewhat uninteresting, thick-waisted, thick ankled girl. Not bad-looking. Not special. But when she was with Chacko, old limits were pushed back. Horizons expanded. She had never before met a man who spoke of the workd - of what it was, and how it came to be, or what he thought would become of it - in the way in which other men she knew discussed their jobs, their friends or their weekends at the beach. Being with Chacko made Margaret Kochamma feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country, into the vast extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them - as though it lay before thm like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined. ↗

— Arundhati Roy

#love #self #soul #life

Sometimes you meet a person and you just click--you're comfortable with them, like you've known them your whole life and you don't have to pretend to be anyone or anything. ↗

— Alexandra Ardonetto

#love #life

We have to find our own way to live, and to love. Don't ever let anyone else tell you how it should be for you. ↗

— Julia Green

#love #life

We need to take big risks if we want to find out who we are, and what we were put on this planet for. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#love #meg-cabot #queen-of-babble #quotes #life

Now that he's gone, I feel like I'm a senior citizen who gave away her life savings over the phone. And this is the crux: I never in my life believed in someone as much as I believed in him. The shame is overwhelming. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love-loss #pain #life