#love

Was it possible to measure what the heart felt? ↗

— Rachel Hawthorne

#love #love

I wish I was away in Ingo Far across the briny sea, Sailing over deepest waters Where love nor care never trouble me... ↗

— Helen Dunmore

#folktale #mer #love

There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#honesty #intent #internal-self #love #secrets

Don't think for one minute that you are any less worthy of love and peace and harmony just because of all the hate spewed by human devils. Because that is what those haters are, you know, devils! ↗

— Scylar Tyberius

#harmony #haters #love #peace #love

It's just a stupid sword," she said, aloud this time... ... but it wasn't. Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#needle #sibling-s-love #stark #love

Gabe?" The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered. ↗

— Lois Lowry

#sleep #stirred #whispered #love

When you live in a city with no stars to wish on, you have to wish on each other. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#wish #wishes #love

Love doesn't always curl your toes sometimes it takes a bite right out of your soul. ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#love #relationships #love

It's not the side-effects of the cocaine - I'm thinking that it must be love. It's too late to be grateful, It's too late to be hateful, It's too late to be late again, The European cannon is here. ↗

— David Bowie

#love #station-to-station #love

I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

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