#lover

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

The highest prize we can receive for creative work is the joy of being creative. Creative effort spent for any other reason than the joy of being in that light filled space, love, god, whatever we want to call it, is lacking in integrity. . . ↗

— Marianne Williamson

#creativity #god #joy #lovers #love

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss. ↗

— Émile Zola

#love #lovers #romance #love

Love is seeing someone for who they are, and for all the things that they don't know they can be. Sometimes it's neither seeing things as good or bad, but seeing them as aspects that create the being. If you cannot love someone for all of the things that create their personality, then you'll find it hard to love them at all. I can be everything or nothing, but I cannot love without you. ↗

— Jennifer Megan Varnadore

#love

He learned how quickly love died when you weren't looking; if you weren't looking. ↗

— Andre Dubus

#love

The townspeople took the prince for dead When he never returned with the dragon’s head When with her, he stayed She thought he’d be too afraid But he loved her too much instead. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#dragons #fantasy #love #lovers #poems

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#lovers #love

Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy. Lord, there were a lot of lovely books once, before we let them go. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#love

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad. ↗

— Homer

#greece #longing #love #lovers #love

That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, I realized I was in love with him. Not that, 'I love you, man,' type of love. Nope. I was ass over teacup in love with my best friend. The 'let's get married and grow old together' type of love. ↗

— Summer Michaels

#friends-to-lovers #love