#love

How can we be so different and feel so much alike? ↗

— Ika Natassa

#love

She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#love

I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#passion #love

She loved the sea for its storms alone, cared for vegetation only when it grew here and there among ruins. She had to extract a kind of personal advantage from things and she rejected as useless everything that promised no immediate gratification — for her temperament was more sentimental than artistic, and what she was looking for was emotions, not scenery. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#madame-bovary #love

حتى أنا لا أحتاجُني في غيابك ↗

— ياسر حارب

#love

She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist. ↗

— Amy Efaw

#picture #story #twist #wrist #love

I was a heavy heart to carry My beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck My fingers laced to crown. I was a heavy heart to carry My feet dragged across ground And he took me to the river Where he slowly let me drown My love has concrete feet My love's an iron ball Wrapped around your ankles Over the waterfall ↗

— Florence Welch

#heavy-in-your-arms #love

I was in love. With a two-dimensional object. A mute in love with a painting. Lovely. Just lovely. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#love

It was like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn't understand why. I understood more than him, of course, but just barely. I would never fully understand how I could have ever strayed from such a warm, sensitive and caring soul. ↗

— S.C. Stephens

#love-hurts #regret #thoughtless #love

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he gazed at me with that look that always made me melt: as if I were edible and he could barely restrain himself from taking a bite. ↗

— Amy Plum

#love #melt #sexy #love