#mat

Don't worry about finding your soul mate. Find yourself. ↗

— Jason Evert

#love #soul-mates #love

You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#destiny #emily #love #love-story #lovers

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her. ↗

— Sarah Waters

#love #love

...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears... ↗

— John Geddes

#fears #love #soul #soulmates #tears

There is no affirmation without the one who affirms. in this sense, everything to which you grant your love is yours ↗

— Ayn Rand

#love #love

First love is very sweet, but we always lose them, due they come when we are stupid immature children ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#immature #love

If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then its yours forever. If it doesnt, then it was never yours to begin with. ↗

— Jack Engelhard

#love-hurts #lovers #romance-love #soulmate #love

Everything about her in that moment was soft, and that was one of his favorite memories later on--her tense grace made tender by the dimness, her eyes and hands and especially her lips, infinitely soft. He kissed her again and again, and each kiss was nearer to the last one of all. Heavy and soft with love, they walked back to the gate. Mary and Serafina were waiting. "Lyra--" Will said. And she said, "Will." He cut a window into Cittàgazze. They were deep in the parkland around the great house, not far from the edge of the forest. He stepped through for the last time and looked down over the silent city, the tiled roofs gleaming in the moonlight, the tower above them, the lighted ship waiting out on the still sea. He turned to Serafina and said as steadily as he could, "Thank you, Serafina Pekkala, for rescuing us at the belvedere, and for everything else. Please be kind to Lyra for as long as she lives. I love her more than anyone has ever been loved. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#philip-pullman #the-amber-spyglass #love

Music is a mixed mathematical science that concerns the origens, attributes, and distinctions of sound, out of which a cultivated and lovely melody and harmony are made, so that God is honored and praised but mankind is moved to devotion, virtue, joy, and sorrow. ↗

— Christoph Wolff

#mankind #math #music #sound #love

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