#mar

The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209)……The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269). ↗

— Marvin Gaye

#david-ritz #divided-soul #hate #janis-hunter #love

Maybe that’s why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It’s not the pain they’re getting over, it’s the love ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#love

We made mad love shadow love random love and abandoned love. Accidentally like a martyr. The hurt gets worse, and the heart gets harder. ↗

— Warren Zevon

#love

Love the people who love you back. ↗

— Laura Ruby

#smart #wise #love

If i can't be your true love, i want to be your worst nightmare. ↗

— Ariel Seraphino

#nightmares #relationships #true-love #love

‎I did not understand how quickly one could fall in love, and I regarded almost as an affliction that one would eventually recover from. However, I now recognize that it is a force that reaches into every fiber of your body, and that it is something not to be resisted, but embraced. ↗

— Mary Lydon Simonsen

#lydon #mary #simonsen #love

We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other’s dreams. ↗

— Kate Chisman

#disappointment #divorce #envy #heartache #heartbreak

The collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him. "What," she whispered, palming his face. Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. "Hello, lovely lady...hello. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#vin #love

Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. ↗

— Jane Austen

#jane-austen #love #marianne-dashwood #sense-and-sensibility #world

When she woke up crying for one of her nightmares, the Kolker would stay with her, brush her hair with his hands, collect her tears in thimbles for her to drink the next morning (The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it, he said), and more than that: once her eyes closed and she fell back asleep, he was left to bear the insomnia. There was a complete transfer, like a speeding billiard ball colliding with a resting one. Should Brod feel depressed - she was always depressed - the Kolker would sit with her until he could convince her that it’s OK. It is. Really. And when she would move on with her day, he would stay behind, paralysed with a grief he couldn’t name and that wasn’t his. Should Brod become sick, it was the Kolker that would be bedridden by week’s end. Should Brod feel bored, knowing too many languages, too many facts, with too much knowledge to be happy, the Kolker would stay up all night studying her books, studying the pictures, so the next day he could try to make the kind of small talk that would please his young wife. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#nightmares #sadness #love