#loves

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us. ↗

— Madame de Stael

#loves #loving #ourselves #us

You cannot make a revolution with silk gloves. ↗

— Joseph Stalin

#gloves #make #revolution #silk #you

Allowing myself to love God completely has obviously shed light on my self-love because he loves me more than I could ever love myself. ↗

— Angie Stone

#because #completely #could #ever #god

Just as the British subject loves England despite her faults, so we must insist that all Germans who were part of the old Germany and helped shape her, recognize the greatness and worthiness of present-day Germany. ↗

— Gustav Stresemann

#despite #england #faults #germans #germany

Olivia," he sighed as he held her tight against him. "I like the way you leap." For once her laughter was free and easy. "And I like the way you catch me when I land. ↗

— Marie Force

#marie-force #romance #love

You’ve been in the mating frenzy before.” Eric looked up at her, his eyes quiet. “Yes.” ”With Kirsten.” ”Yes.” Iona touched her hands together. “You must have loved her very much.” Eric nodded. “Yes. Very much.” ”Then why do you want another mate?” Eric pushed himself from the fireplace and came to her, the first flickers of fire shadowing his tall, naked body. He skimmed warm hands down her arms. ”Because I saw you. ↗

— Jennifer Ashley

#love #second-loves #shifters #love

When you're cold and unloving, he'll walk through a fire to earn your love, but the second you give your love to him, he'll drag you by your hair, and throw you into the fire. Never show your vulneralbility, instead embody the Seductress. ↗

— Euphoria Godsent

#heart-broken #love #love-hurts #lovesick #seductress

From now on when a boy starts telling me about his lost loves I am going to run in the opposite direction screaming loudly... Somehow I bring out such confidences, and I'm pretty sick of hearing about Bobbe or Dorothy or P.K. or Liota. God damn them all. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#lost-loves #humor

The lost glove is happy. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#loss #melancholy #melancholy

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. ↗

— George Gordon Byron

#sadface #change