#lovers

French novels generally treat of the relations of women to the world and to lovers, after marriage; consequently there is a great deal in French novels about adultery, about improper relations between the sexes, about many things which the English public would not allow. ↗

— Lafcadio Hearn

#adultery #after #allow #between #consequently

The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future, ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#lovers #page- #love

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

Some white people hate black people, and some white people love black people, some black people hate white people, and some black people love white people. So you see it's not an issue of black and white, it's an issue of Lovers and Haters. ↗

— Eden Ahbez

#black and white #hate #haters #issue #love

He didn't ask because he didn't wanted to know. If you know, moments die an instant death. She held his hand in hers; hiding them like a pearl; her coral eyes ensconcing his pain. ↗

— Aporva Kala

#death

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. ↗

— Jean de la Bruyere

#beginning #embarrassed #end #find #love

When I was 14 years old, I was a huge fan of the Velvets, the Stooges and the Modern Lovers. They are my three favourite bands. I never get sick of 'em. ↗

— Evan Dando

#fan #favourite #get #huge #huge fan

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#beautiful #choice #destiny #fate #fiction

The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance - that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it - then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#gloria-gilbert #lovers #people #radiance #sun

Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade of reason: We desire to be what romantic love makes us appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are deserving of the love we inspire. ↗

— Maggie Gallagher

#deserving #desire #each #eyes #facade