#ma

A ógánaigh... ná bris an ghloine ghlan 'tá eadrainn (ní bhristear gloine gan fuil is pian) óir tá Neamh nó Ifreann thall 'gus cén mhaith Neamh mura mairfidh sé go bráth? ní Ifreann go hIfreann iar-Neimhe... (Impí) ↗

— Caitlín Maude

#gaeilge #grá #impí #ireland #irish

***********NEW ENGLAND****************** Whoe'er thou art, who walkest there Where god first taught my feet to roam, Breathe but my name into the air, I am content, for that is home. A sence of color comes to me, Of baybushes that heavy lie With juniper along the sea, And the blue sea along the sky. New England is my home; t'is there I love the pagan sun and moon. T'is there I love the growing year, December and young-summer June. I'd rather love one blade of grass That grows on one New England hill, Than drain the whole world in the glass Of fortune, when the heart is still. ↗

— Philip Henry Savage

#art

LOVE IT! :) Yeah. They've been doing BIG billboards of this in the gayborhoods in NYC, LA and SanFran. Although I wouldn't fuck a Scientologist on a dare. 8| ↗

— Damon Suede

#manhunt-net #tom-cruise #love

Kalau lelaki itu benar-benar mencintaimu, dia akan mencarimu. Dia akan menemukanmu. ↗

— Hilda Nurina Sabikah

#romance #love

I am not a twenty-two-year-old boy; I am not a besotted fool. If you think to jilt me, think again. For I will not turn tail and run the other way as he did, oh no. I will find you, and I will drag you to the altar on your back if need be, no matter how you might be screaming. No matter how scandalous it might be. ↗

— Brenda Joyce

#love

love is like a rain bow can be seen in many different colors ↗

— Abby Taylor

#love

Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother? ↗

— Christopher Moore

#manet #whistler #art

When you're on the other side of it," she says, "fifty-two years can seem like about fifty-two minutes." She tips her head back and swallows the pill. "Just like when you're young and in love, a seven-hour plane ride can seem like a lifetime. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#love

Jessica felt like a heroine in a tragic, dramatic love story. She lifted her chin and turned away. It was all over. ↗

— Francine Pascal

#heroine #sweet-valley #love

Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete darkness. I felt compelled to look deeper, searching for something inside her, but her soul was covered and her eyes would not show me. ↗

— Cristina Martin

#literary #mystery #romance-love-heartache #thriller #love