#lover

Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#love #lovers #missing-you #love

When two people are in love, they are parrallel lines. That intersect. Together but seperate. Infinity. ↗

— James Collins

#love

Your love should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger / Only to someone who has the valor and daring to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife / Then weave them into a blanket to protect you. ↗

— Hafiz

#love #love-advice #lovers #love

When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf. This made her rare. This made her precious. This made him...love her. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#lash #lover-mine #love

I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language. Without her to talk to, there was nothing to say. ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#love

Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I'm sure! Such a thing has never entered her head." "Entering her heart would do. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#love

It was the fangirl code for every book geek: read, chat, squeal. Re-read, chat, and squeal again, until it’s all over and the dreaded book funk sets in. Find the next best thing to fill the void, then repeat steps one through three as necessary. ↗

— Rachael Wade

#fangirling #reading #love

And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#lovers #lovesickness #painful #love

For a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped off the bridge. Then I blinked and was in love with her again. ↗

— Miranda July

#love-hurts #lovers #life

The door to Blay's room opened wide without a knock, a hello, a hey-are-you-decent. Qhuinn stood in between the jambs, breathing hard, like he’d run down the hall of statues. Sh**, had Layla lost the pregnancy after all? Those mismatched eyes searched around. “You by yourself?” Why the hell would— Oh, Saxton. Right. “Yes—” The male took three strides forward, reached up . . . and kissed the ever-loving crap out of Blay. The kiss was the kind that you remembered all your life, the connection forged with such totality that everything from the feel of the body against your own, to the warm slid of another’s lips on yours, to the power as well as the control, was etched into your mind... ↗

— J.R. Ward

#life