#lovers

...But it is also told that Niuka forgot to fill two tiny crevices in the blue firmament. Thus began the dualism of love--two souls rolling through space and never at rest until they join together to complete the universe. Everyone has to build anew his sky of hope and peace. ↗

— Kakuzō Okakura

#love

Can I kiss you?” And she would let him, lightly on her lips, a moment of brief anticipation. “Your kisses are like sugar woman.” He would tell her affectionately. “So sweet.” He would close in on her and then ask softly, “Please spend the night with me. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#couples #kiss #kisses #kissing #love

He paused leaning over to lay his lips on hers, “It’s time to feel again. Let me save you from yourself. You were drowning when I found you, but I’m not letting you go, not without a fight.” He kissed her sweetly and moved back standing up and over her. Lena looked up at his out stretched hand. “Take my hand Lena.” He offered and she knew he meant it in a way that went far beyond offering to help her stand. ↗

— Ella Frank

#family-relationships #lovers #family

When you give your heart away, you usually get it back in pieces, fragments. And often, a great deal of time passes before you realize that every piece wasn’t returned to you—and probably never will be. You crave nothing more than to get those small—but vital—fragments back; to return to the unbroken, undamaged version of yourself. But what's been broken cannot be unbroken, and so all you can do is learn to live with the void of the missing pieces, to somehow find beauty in the wreckage. And so I did. Sophie Lenon ↗

— Krystal McLean

#broken-heart #dark #hope #lovers #romance

Enemies, as well as lovers, come to resemble each other over a period of time. ↗

— Sydney J. Harris

#each #lovers #other #over #period

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

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

Lovers of air travel find it exhilarating to hang poised between the illusion of immortality and the fact of death. ↗

— Alexander Chase

#air travel #between #death #exhilarating #fact

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends. ↗

— Lord Byron

#anything #friend #friends #lovers #mistress

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. ↗

— Lord Byron

#because #friends #generally #indeed #jealousy