#love

It just broke my heart, and I had to get away from it. I love them to death, but they know how bad it got. It's not their fault, but I couldn't do that any longer. ↗

— Brian Welch

#away #bad #broke #death #fault

Don’t pray to me. Don’t pray to me!” Kyle said, alarmed. “We’re in this together. I’ve done things wrong too. We’re human, Cole. We’ll still make mistakes, but now we’ll always have each other to hold when it hurts.” Kyle’s eyes filled with tears. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

Love and trust and justice, concern for the poor, that's being pushed to the margins, and you can see it. ↗

— Cornel West

#concern #justice #love #margins #poor

From my window I watched the full moon—a moon that reminded me of Brett—become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was gayety and love for others of my age, was going to continue for all of my days. ↗

— Irene Hunt

#growing-up #lovesick #sadness #thoughts #age

There is a deep truth in being at home enough with someone to kiss them while your lips are dry. And happiness may not be the greatest of things to hear, but it should be. ↗

— Mikl Paul

#poetry #prose-poetry #home

Forever doesn't seem long enough if I'm spending it with you. ↗

— Hannah Weisman

#inspirational #love #inspirational

You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine. ↗

— Thomas Traherne

#love

Even if a university should turn out to be another version of a school, I had decided I could lose myself afterwards as an anonymous particle of the London I already loved. ↗

— Patrick White

#already #anonymous #another #could #decided

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. ↗

— Edmund Spenser

#writing #love

And that she would probably like nothing more than for her home to have become a place where the young and irreparably broken sink into love. ↗

— John Green

#home #love #repair #young #home