#lovers

All I ever wanted, nira I expected: Nonette, upon whom my life pivots. The name I give my fire when I lay down, defenseless before its majestic awfulness. A little no, a little negation. A French girly pout, the syllables for which have been found at last. All my hurt dug up, exposed for dissection in the glaring light, and finally melted away by the loving caresses of her yielding thighs. And the girl who took such simple joy in this terrible duty. Nonette. ↗

— Julian Darius

#lovers #life

The sun's champagne streamed from one body into another. And there was a couple on the green silk of the grass, covered by a raspberry umbrella. Only their feet and a little bit of lace could be seen. In the magnificent universe beneath the raspberry umbrella, with closed eyes, they drank in the sparkling madness. 'Extra! Extra! Zeppelins over the North Sea at 3 o'clock.' But under the umbrella, in the raspberry universe, they were immortal. What did it matter that in another far-away universe people would be killing each other? ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#lovers #park #war #men

Who but lovers dream alike? ↗

— Lloyd Alexander

#love #lovers #dreams

...it was my father who had taught me to love books for themselves, the smell of the vellum and paper, the rare authority of the pages. "Here, do you see this marvelous book, the skins of 182 sheep," he once pronounced as he slapped his hand down on the stamped leather cover boards. "The book is a flock, a jewel, a cemetery, a lantern, a garden, a piss pot; pigments ground of precious minerals, charred bone, lamp soot, rare plants and insects. Pigments formed at the corrosion of copper plates suspended above urine. ↗

— Regina O'Melveny

#book-lovers-addiction #history #treasures #art

Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. "Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?" "Just the usual." She answers. "Shattered dreams. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#fiction-novel #fictional #love #lovers #lovers-love-story

...You should make someone a wonderful husband." Even the tips of Jamie's ears were crimson now. But instead of retreating, he clenched his jaw and looked directly into her eyes. "I suppose I would," he said. "Are you interested? ↗

— Bruce Coville

#humor #lovers-quarrels #marriage #marriage

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations. ↗

— George Byron

#because #friends #generally #indeed #jealousy

We Greeks are lovers of the beautiful, yet simple in our tastes, and we cultivate the mind without loss of manliness. ↗

— Thucydides

#cultivate #greeks #loss #lovers #manliness

Reciprocation was a pretty powerful stimulant to the imagination. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#lovers #imagination

When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive. ↗

— Jackie Kay

#love-story #lovers #life