#ma

Chrystle? I'm back!" I refused to say that I was home because Cassie was my home. But I'd lost that, and her, forever, so I'd never truly be home again. ↗

— J. Sterling

#love #soulmates #love

She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.  ↗

— Anna McPartlin

#heartbreak #love #love

You looked like you’d been trying to fade away. I thought you were a woman who needed to be seen. ↗

— Moira Rogers

#love

MacKenzie grinned at Mim. "They love the modern appliances." "Especially the electric floor sweeper," Valor chuckled. "Defiance really has a thing for the vacuum cleaner," MacKenzie agreed in a secretive whisper. "If he ever has kids, he'll probably name the first one Hoover," Havoc snickered. ↗

— Taylor Longford

#romance #young-adult #love

Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#love

Caine might have smiled at her, had his heart not been breaking to smithereens inside of him. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#heartbreak #love #romance #love

There was a lot about Kim and J.P. he didn't get.... he was confused by their lack of romance. As a father, he was at times grateful for that missing intensity, but as a man who liked to surprise his wife with flowers, it baffled him. Maybe he was old-fashioned, but to him a couple meant a strong bond, with positive and negative charges constantly arcing between them. He'd never seen Kim and J.P. kiss, let alone argue. ↗

— Stewart O'Nan

#couples #intensity #love #passion #romance

When Peter said he was romantic, it was in the way that I was romantic. A blow job and an “I love you” before rolling over and falling asleep. ↗

— Dani Alexander

#love

Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#ozymandias #vows #love

I love the name Maggie, he went on, and she glanced up at him suspiciously-nobody loved the name Maggie-but his face was serious. It makes your teeth feel good to say it. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. It feels like eating peanuts. Try it, and he paused, waiting for her to recite her name aloud. She turned away, but she did try it anyway, to herself, and she felt a surprising tingle around her upper molars. ↗

— Sylvia Cassedy

#love