#lover

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#lover #person #person

As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, "I'm still in love with him." Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. "I know. You thought you weren't?" As if that were rather stupid of him. "I'm so fucking tired of it. I really am." "That I believe." "Im so fucking..." God, those sounds, that muted pounding , that audible confirmation of what he had been ignoring for the past year-- On a sudden wave of violence, he pitched the brandy snifter at the marble fireplace, shattering the thing. "Fuck, Fuck!" If he'd been able to, he'd have jumped up and torn that goddamn cocksucking light fixture off the goddamn cocksucking ceiling. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#blaylock #lover-reborn #qhuay #saxton #love

I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#magic

Wrath dragged Beth into his arms and hugged her hard, talking in that other language again. When he pulled back, he ended the monologue with something like leelan. Beth: "Is that vampire talk for bitch? ↗

— J.R. Ward

#dark-lover-p- #language

In this world . . . It's Heaven when: The French are chefs The British are police The Germans are engineers The Swiss are bankers And the Italians are lovers It's Hell when: The English are chefs The Germans are police The French are engineers The Swiss are lovers And the Italians are bankers. ↗

— Hidekaz Himaruya

#chefs #engineers #heaven #hell #hetalia

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#book-lover #books #library

To add a library to a house is to give that house a soul. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#libraries #library

...it was my father who had taught me to love books for themselves, the smell of the vellum and paper, the rare authority of the pages. "Here, do you see this marvelous book, the skins of 182 sheep," he once pronounced as he slapped his hand down on the stamped leather cover boards. "The book is a flock, a jewel, a cemetery, a lantern, a garden, a piss pot; pigments ground of precious minerals, charred bone, lamp soot, rare plants and insects. Pigments formed at the corrosion of copper plates suspended above urine. ↗

— Regina O'Melveny

#book-lovers-addiction #history #treasures #art

That I can read and be happy while I am reading, is a great blessing. ↗

— Anthony Trollope

#reading #blessings

Some women have a weakness for shoes... I can go barefoot if necessary. I have a weakness for books. ↗

— Oprah Winfrey

#weakness