#lover

A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#humour #love #lovers #sheep #love

Literature has been the salvation of the damned, literature has inspired and guided lovers, routed despair and can perhaps in this case save the world. ↗

— John Cheever

#case #damned #despair #guided #inspired

When sadness was the sea, you were the one that taught me to swim ↗

— pleasefindthis

#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

Love me less, but love me for a long time ↗

— David Levithan

#love #romance #love

But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional ghosts that haunt my gaze. ↗

— Siegfried Sassoon

#love #pain #the-imperfect-lover #love

They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander’s sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock. ↗

— Amy Lane

#love