#me

You cannot borrow half of who you are from someone else, yet people try to do it all of the time, they just call it a relationship! ↗

— Jennifer O'Neill

#happiness-life #love #relationship-advice #relationships #life

The woman I loved died because I did not love her enough - what greater sin is there than that?" (Uncle Chaim and Aunt Fifke and the Angel) ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#shame #sin #love

When they killed him, Mother wouldn't hold her peace, so they slit her throat. I was stupid then, being only nine, and I fought to save them both. But the thorns held me tight. I've learned to appreciate thorns since. The thorns taught me the game. They let me understand what all those grim and serious men who've fought the Hundred War have yet to learn. You can only win the game when you understand that it IS a game. Let a man play chess, and tell him that every pawn is his friend. Let him think both bishops holy. Let him remember happy days in the shadows of his castles. Let him love his queen. Watch him loose them all. ↗

— Mark Lawrence

#life-lessons #murder #war #life

A soft mist blew around them. Raindrops glistened in his hair, shimmering under the pale glow of the light post. His eyes were shadowed beneath wispy fringes, but the silver in them glinted like pools of liquid mercury. Her breath caught. It must have made a sound because his fingers tightened. His shaky exhale whispered across her face. “This,” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Is why you are so bad for me. ↗

— Airicka Phoenix

#dangerous-games #mystery-suspense #passionate-love #thriller #young-adult

Love grows and wanes, but honor, duty, and commitment, those things are constant and stable. They define who you are. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#duty #honor #ian #love #reputation

I write because I love it, not because I excel at it.  But because I write, I shall slowly excel at it. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#author #excell #richelle #richelle-goodrich #talent

Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#women #love

If people can write to each other across space, why can they not write across time too? ↗

— Ahdaf Soueif

#love

He never knew a single second could be expanded into something timeless and so archaic. It shook him to his core – there were no words for it. ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#bonding #bonding-ritual #love #making-love #timeless

Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. ↗

— Clare McNally

#crying #darkness #fear #fleeing #helplessness