#lover

In spite of photographs taken in beer halls or nightclubs showing her cuddling up to some strapping, smirking youth, it seems that the romantic cliché was true: when she met Adolf Hitler, Eva Braun met her destiny ↗

— Angela Lambert

#love #lovers #life

Their banter was rich and comfortable, their teasing intimate and profound; their 'I love you' without the use of those startling words. ↗

— Sarah Winman

#lovers #love

Love Rocks The De La Cruz's World ↗

— P.T. Macias

#erotic #exciting #fun #hot #love

She had been hesitant the first night, right before she had launched into him like a wild animal. The imprint of her violence had lasted on him well until the morning and while he had been hurt, he had loved the fact that she was into him, that she lusted after him fanatically, that she scratched him, wept on him, bit him and he was grateful that she let him see her like that: unhinged, throbbing and warm-skinned. She was powerful and thus ironically all the more defenceless in surrender. At times he felt as though she truly hated him, hated him for making her feel like this, for having to condescend herself just by wanting him. He felt as though she was warning him constantly through her seething, hurtling silence; to not let her down after she had disclosed so much of her soul to him. Her insecurities, her memories, her fetishes, her scent, her limbs; they had all been laid-bare in front of him and as he lay there next to the girl whose chest heaved and fell like the meter of a ghazal, he fell in love with that girl and her bundle of contradictions.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#lovers #love

I remember being in the mood for love at the slightest provocation- your nubile body feeling undeniably illicit, under mine, rhyming, heaving, breathing together, each other, squirrel hands, down and across and stolen kisses, on and not on the lips. Then leaving scorching beds the color of the red desert sun and strawberry flavored. Your mysterious skin, salt lips: touching, each other. My libido, your mascara- getting all messed up in those rains, realizing for the first time that lust gnaws had no language, race, religion or brotherhood.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#love

You don’t want to love—your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren’t positive, you’re negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you’ve got a shortage somewhere ↗

— Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence

#love #sons-and-lovers #love

I see myself as Kiki de Montparnasse, trying to get Man Ray's attention. (Sofia Navarro, 7th July 2012). ↗

— Sofía Navarro

#boheme #conquista #kiki-de-montparnasse #love #lovers

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #identity #love #lovers #naming

I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn’t do that, I’d at least be there for her. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#lovers #paranormal-romance #protection #trilogy #young-adult

No es la necesidad, sino la casualidad, la que está llena de encantos, si el amor debe ser inolvidable, las casualidades deben volar hacia él desde el primer momento ↗

— Milan Kundera

#lovers #love