#lovers

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'd lost myself in the abyss of someone else's tyranny...again. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#abusive-relationships #bullying #love #romance #star-crossed-lovers

Love, at its best, wipes commonsense Away. Much as drops will condense From hidden liquid in the air, So, too, do lovers soon compare Their temp’ratures til, happily, Their judgement fogs up suddenly. ↗

— McKenzie Bodkin

#love-story #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

Ancient societies had anthropomorphic gods: a huge pantheon expanding into centuries of dynastic drama; fathers and sons, martyred heroes, star-crossed lovers, the deaths of kings - stories that taught us of the danger of hubris and the primacy of humility. ↗

— Tom Hiddleston

#centuries #danger #deaths #drama #expanding

And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#death #life #love #lovers #mortality