#love

That's okay. You an be selfish with me all you want. I'm yours. ↗

— Abbi Glines

#love #love

You were twisting your wet hair up into a ponytail, and then you saw us, and you smiled...." "Then why didn't you-" "Because you were smiling for him. And I would have had to have been an idiot to get in between that. ↗

— Mandy Hubbard

#romantic #sacrifice #love

Jean-Luc glanced at the coach. "Who is that man? What is that machine?" "It's a dunking booth." "Ah, I understand." Jean-Luc nodded. "If he dose not drown, then he is a witch" "No, he's just a creep. It's a game. ↗

— Kerrelyn Sparks

#dunking #witch #love

Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms. You blush in each other's presence, you both hover in places where you expect the other to pass, you are both a little tongue-tied, you both laugh inexplicably and too long, you become quite nauseatingly girlish, and he becomes quite ridiculously gallant. You have also grown a little stupid. ↗

— Louis de Bernières

#love

Unconditional love. That’s what he wants to give her and what he wants from her. People should give without wanting anything in return. All other giving is selfish. But he is being selfish a little, isn’t he, by wanting her to love him in return? He hopes that she loves him in return. Is it possible for a person to love without wanting love back? Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing of rain? ↗

— Alan Lightman

#selfishness #love

The world is dyed with the color of blood. It will never be able to go back to the way it was before. ↗

— Matsuri Hino

#romance #vampire-knight #love

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it. ↗

— Joe L. Wheeler

#grief #loss #love #love

The Angelfucker strikes again. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#gabriel-s-inferno #julia #love #sylvain-reynard #love

It was more than that, he said, looking down briefly at her. Love fades when you die. I am clearly dead, but my love for her hasn't diminished. It still burns inside me like a flicker in a flame. ↗

— Rachel M. Greenebaum

#char-wales #fairy-tale #love #romance #the-wales-boy

There was Layla in the fullness of her lips, Lulu in the thick waves of her hair, Lu Xin in the intensity of her hazel eyes, Lucia in their twinkle. She was not alone. Maybe she never would be alone again. There, in the mirror, was every incarnation of Lucinda staring back at her and wondering, "What is to become of us? What about our history, and our love? ↗

— Lauren Kate

#fallen- #love