#lover

Come, my Lady Dangerous, your Daimons await. (Valerius) ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#humor #humor

I want so much for my lover. At night when our beds are drawn close together I waken and see his dear yellow head on the pillow - sometimes his arm thrown over on my bed - and I kiss his hand, very softly so that it will not waken him. ↗

— Dawn Powell

#bed #beds #close #dear #drawn

From one small lie her dream had transformed into a hideous nightmare ↗

— Emma Calin

#passion #romance #dreams

Cat lovers turn into cat collectors. ↗

— Greg Kinnear

#collectors #into #lovers #turn

That is what the opposites do, cross the swords invariably and unknowingly. ↗

— Aporva Kala

#life

Alas, is even Love too weak to unlock the heart and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel? ↗

— Matthew Arnold

#love #lovers #the-buried-life #life

To her own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a winglike palpitation, a delicate exigency, and all the fragrance of all the flowery springtime love affairs that ever were seemed waiting for them in the whisky bottle. To mingle their pain their handshake had promised them, was to produce a separate entity, like a child that could shift for itself, and they scrambled hastily toward this profound and pastoral experience. ↗

— Jean Stafford

#lovers #whiskey #experience

Life is a beautiful journey, full of joy and pain You never know when it will end, don’t let a moment pass in vain… In the whole ruckus of life, nothing had I gained, I just wanted freedom, no more did I wanted to be chained… ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #broken #chained #emotions #end

His closeness makes my heart beat faster, my skin tingle, my body want things it doesn't even know. ↗

— Teri Terry

#heart #love #lovers #touch #love

The stories had become a part of her by then; they stuck to her bones like a good meal, bloomed inside of her like a garden. They were as deep and meaningful as any other trait Dad had passed along to her: her blue eyes, her straw-colored hair, the sprinkling of freckles across her nose. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#love