#lovers

Their own life together was like a subtle watercolor sketch, invisible to other people. They gave the world what it required of them and for the rest of the time were content to be forgotten. ↗

— Andreï Makine

#life

When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#heart #jamie-weise #love #lovers #missing

I want you to spend the night,” you said. And it was definitely your phrasing that ensured it. If you had said, “Let’s have sex,” or “Let’s go to my place,” or even “I really want you,” I’m not sure we would have gone quite as far as we did. But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it with you. ↗

— David Levithan

#sex #sweet-talk #love

It's not the right word, Eva," he pressed on stubbornly, his lips at my ear. "That's why I haven't said it. It's not the right word for you and what I feel for you." "Shut up. If you care about me at all, you'll just shut up and go away." "I've been loved before--by Corinne, by other women...But what the hell do they know about me? What the hell are they in love with when they don't know how fucked up I am? If that's love, it's nothing compared to what I feel for you. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#gideon-cross #lovers #love

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love. ↗

— Anne Rice

#deciet #hate #interview-with-the-vampire #lestat #lie

[I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#book #book-lovers #books #reading #reading-books

The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#love-pain #lovers-breakup #lovers-quarrels #romantic-tragedy #love

I do love secondhand books that open to the page some previous owner read oftenest. The day Hazlitt came he opened to "I hate to read new books," and I hollered "Comrade!" to whoever owned it before me. ↗

— Helene Hanff

#love

What made you fall in love with a prostitute?” “I didn’t understand it myself at the time. But I’ve thought about it since, and I think it was because, knowing that your body would never be mine alone, I had to concentrate on conquering your soul. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#lovers #love

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. I have loved before, but it didn't feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it's an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#jodi-picoult #jodi-picoult-sing-you-home #kiss #lesbians #love