#love

Why should love require a contract? Why put yourself into the clutches of the state and give it power over you? Why invite lawyers to fuck around with your assets? Marriage is for the immature and the insecure and the ignorant. We who see through such institutions should be content to live together without legal coercion. ↗

— Robert Silverberg

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Rise, Luthiel, in the name of love you came and in the name of love I crown you! ↗

— Robert Fanney

#fantasy #love #luthiel #love

It was in love I was created, and in love is how I hope I die ↗

— Paolo Nutini

#music #love

He was bored now when Emma suddenly began to sob on his breast; and his heart, like the people who can only stand a certain amount of music, became drowsy through indifference to the vibrations of a love whose subtleties he could no longer distinguish. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#crying #indifference #love #sadness #love

I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me. ↗

— Humphrey Bogart

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I am a mess. Like that MargieMocha, I am spilled across a floor, but there's nobody to mop me up. I have only one thing to show for the day: Perry Delloplane. The sound of a name. It is a grape in my mouth. I roll it over and over on my tongue--perrydelloplaneperrydelloplaneperrydelloplaneperrydelloplane--but when I try to crush it with my teeth, it slips away. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

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Love is a tempestuous mistress. And none of us shall ever master her. ↗

— Lisa Ann Sandell

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Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it--else it is none. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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I wouldered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy. ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

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They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future. There was nothing but obliterating sensation, thrilling and swelling, and the sound of fabric on fabric and skin on fabric as their limbs slid across each other in this restless, sensuous wrestling. ... They moved closer, deeper and then, for seconds on end, everything stopped. Instead of an ecstatic frenzy, there was stillness. They were stilled not by the astonishing fact of arrival, but by an awed sense of return - they were face to face in the gloom, staring into what little they could see of each other's eyes, and now it was the impersonal that dropped away. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#sex #love