#love

i swore i could feel my lies slithering inside me like snakes, wrapping themselves around me and constricting. i felt they were squeezing the air from my lungs, tightening around my heart. ↗

— Alexandra Adornetto

#love

The footing was really atrocious. I loved it. I really like Cross Country; you're one with the mud. ↗

— Lynn Jennings

#love

I don't like this." "I know you don't, my little spaetzel. But I am too worn out to run from both the police and your murderous twin, and Damian's looking peaky, plus Christian did apologize for trying to kill us earlier." "I wasn't talking about that. It's your lamentable habit of using completely unsuitable love names for me that gives me grief," Adrian groused. "I am not a lambypie, nor am I a spaetzel. ↗

— Katie MacAlister

#comedy #love-names #vampires #love

i have no idea what truth has to do with love, and vice versa. i’m not even thinking in terms of love here. it’s way, way, way early for that. but i guess i am thinking in terms of truth. i want this to be truthful. and even as i protest to tiny and i protest to myself, the truth is becoming increasingly clear. it’s time for us to figure out how the hell this is ever going to work. ↗

— John Green

#love

When two people love each other, they do not comply and does not dominate, only complement each other. ↗

— Jacqueline Kelly

#love

If one day I was taken away...would you wait for me to come back?" Concerned moved across his face. "Where are you going?" "Just tell me, please. I need to know, without telling you anything else." "No." I swallowed and blinked back tears. "I'd go after you," he said. ↗

— Kelly Parra

#tears #love

I do so love my witches and wicked queens. I find myself drawn to feminine archetypes that previous generations have found threatening or dangerous: crones, oracles, madwomen, Amazons, virgins who aren’t helpless, bad mothers. I love to give the vagina dentata voice. It so rarely gets to speak for itself. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#women #love

I keep going back as if Im looking for something I have lost back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland back to the beacon, the breast the smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain. ↗

— Heather Nova

#love #travel #wanderlust #love

I found her lying on her stomach, her hind legs stretched out straight, and her front feet folded back under her chest. She had laid her head on his grave. I saw the trail where she had dragged herself through the leaves. The way she lay there, I thought she was alive. I called her name. She made no movement. With the last ounce of strength in her body, she had dragged herself to the grave of Old Dan. ↗

— Wilson Rawls

#loyalty #love

You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them-- ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#love