#mar

~“She likes my dog, doesn’t take my crap, and looks at me like I can be the kind of man Dad was. When she cooks…she wears this apron…And I love her so damn much that I have no idea how I’m suppose to wake up tomorrow and pretend like my life hasn’t just fucking ended” Marco Delucca ↗

— Marina Adair

#marco-delucca #st-helena-vineyard #summerin-napa #love

And Phoebe and Sebastian went their separate ways, to the blacksmith shop and the library, after several backward glances that weren't coordinated enough to allow either to know that the other one was looking. ↗

— Jean Ferris

#glances #jean-ferris #looks #love #phoebe

Phoebe was thinking, Insubordinate. What a lovely word. And when was the last time she'd heard a nice-looking young man use it? Why-never, that's when. What a treat. And to have a ruler who could say conscientious and citizenry in the same sentence. Lovely. ↗

— Jean Ferris

#lovely #phoebe #thrice-upon-a-marigold #words #love

Is this, Miriam wonders, what they call the march of history? And even if she doesn't fully understand, it doesn't mean she can't appreciate the need, the periodic need for some people to resort to gasoline, rags, and matches. Doesn't it always come to this? Isn't history as much about tearing things down as it is about building things up? ↗

— Peter Orner

#history #humanity #mankind #march #need

Hello, Mary.' It was like hearing a note of divine calm after a dissonant passage of music. My confusion died away. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#divine #innocent #jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love

Ash.” Margaret knew her voice was trembling. “Why are you doing this?” “Because I adore you. Because you looked so stricken when I saw you and I couldn’t bear not to comfort you.” His voice was warm breath against her skin. “Did you know, when you left that room, you took all the light with you? ↗

— Courtney Milan

#love

I,” I start, and she turns to look at my lips moving, rehearsing for some grand proposal. “I think it’d be good idea if you brought a few books over and left them on my shelf.” I’m a writer, and this is as good as it gets. She didn’t need a ring, just the ability to borrow a bookmark whenever she needed, or unwritten or unspoken permission to take my copy of Cecil Brown’s The Life and Loves of Mr. Jiveass Nigger with the original cover. ↗

— Darnell Lamont Walker

#marriage #proposal #love

Want to buy some illusions, Slightly used, second hand? They were lovely illusions, Reaching high, built on sand. They had a touch of paradise, A spell you can't explain: For in this crazy paradise, You are in love with pain. ↗

— Frederick Hollander lyric

#love

But in the end I'd marry her to the one she herself loved. To a father, the man his daughter falls in love with herself always seems the worst. That's how it is. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoevksy

#father #marriage #love

They ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#marriage #relationships #love