#m

It's despair at the lack of (I'm cheating, I didn't say all these things - but I'm going to write what I want to say as well as what I did) feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ordering that it should be dropped. It's despair that so few of us care. It's despair that there's so much brutality and callousness in the world. ↗

— John Fowles

#humanity #pacifism #violence #love

He touches his thumb to my cheek and his wonderful vibrations tune through me like the strumming of a harp. “I love you, Skyla. In time you will feel the same.” I catch my breath and hold it, not sure how to respond. A part of me knows this is real. A part of me already has a very special place in my heart for Marshall. And although I’m terribly afraid to admit it, the thought of making love to him has been playing out in the recesses of my darkest fantasies for some time now. “Really?” His brows arch in amusement. Shit. ↗

— Addison Moore

#love

Kadang saat kita gak mampu melepaskan orang yang terlalu kita cintai, berarti kitalah yang harus pergi ↗

— Nilam Suri Camar Biru

#love #move-on #novels #romance #love

It's not the coffee that unfurls our minds and spirits, but the meaningful conversation that accompanies it. It's not the coffee that lifts our eyes and awakens our bodies, but the time we take to make it. And it's not the coffee that prepares us for the day, but the encouraging words from those we love. ↗

— Sarah Lang

#love

Will I see you at all?” He shook his head. But he couldn’t yet make himself move away. He was unwilling to relinquish his hold on her, unwilling to say that final good-bye. He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life. There was a sweet, comforting scent to her. His memory was very, very good, but she was better. He only loosened his grip when he feared he might not be able to let go of her at all. ↗

— Courtney Milan - Unraveled

#life

Love is from heart, not from religion. ↗

— Almas Malik

#romance #love

I have no cause to love Mr. Norrell- far from it. But I know this about him: he is a magician first and everything else second- and Jonathan is the same. Books and magic are all either of them really care about. ↗

— Susanna Clarke

#magic #reading #love

What are you afraid of then?' She pondered. He had already noticed that it was her hands which indicated what she was thinking of quite as much as her face and now he watched as she cupped them, making them ready to receive her thoughts. 'Not being able to see, I think,' she said. 'Being blind, you mean?' 'No, not that. That would be terrible hard but Homer managed it and our blind piano tuner is one of the serenest people I know. I mean ... not seeing because you're obsessed by something that blots out the world. Some sort of mania of belief. Or passion. That awful kind of love that makes leaves and birds and cherry blossom invisible because it's not the face on some man. ↗

— Eva Ibbotson

#eva-ibbotson #love #love

Today i want to talk to you, and you don't have time. Tomorrow you would desperately want to talk to me and I won't be around ↗

— Kunal Bhardwaj

#romantic #love

What do you want, Zo?" "What does anyone want, Abby?" he countered. "To be loved. Peace on earth. The winning lottery numbers. ↗

— Lisa Mangum

#zo #love