#men

I loved him, more than anything else in the world and that when he was away it was hard to breath and that I couldn't go through a single second without thinking about him. ↗

— Heather James

#elements-of-power #fire #jasmine #love #love

It's so egotistical to believe that we know more about someone else's reality than they do, and such a waste of time. ↗

— Shreve Stockton

#judgment #reality #time #waste #love

He made a commitment, Eena.” “And you believe this commitment,” she spoke the word detestably, “is more important than true love?” “Yes.” “No,” she stubbornly disagreed. “Yes,” Ian insisted as he put his finger to her lips, preventing her from arguing any further. “Love grows and wanes, Eena, but honor, duty, and commitment, those things are constant and stable. They define who you are.” “They define who you are?” she repeated. “You mean miserable?” “Content,” he retorted. “Lonely,” she argued. “Faithful,” he insisted, his eyes widening to emphasize the importance of the word. “Empty, regretful, and…” “Hopeful,” Ian whispered in her ear. This word caught her off guard. At present, hope was probably all any of them could cling to. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#eena #honor #ian #love #richelle

I know that suffering is one place where He ministers to us the most. So to think that we've had our quota would be foolish. I am just longing for the day when all the pain stops. ↗

— Mary Beth Chapman

#god-s-love #pain #perseverance #suffering #love

In the widely open cup of the armchair was I-330. I, on the floor, embracing her limbs, my head on her lap. We were silent. Everything was silent. Only the pulse was audible. Like a crystal I was dissolving in her, in I-330. I felt most distinctly how the polished facets which limited me in space were slowly thawing, melting away. I was dissolving in her lap, in her, and I became at once smaller and larger, and larger, unembraceable. For she was not she but the whole universe. For a second I and that armchair near the bed, transfixed with joy, we were one. ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#love #love

He loved the feel and smell of her palm and because he was one of those men who was always ultimately looking to dissolve himself into a woman. ↗

— Glen Duncan

#touch #women #love

Millie? Does the White Clown love you? ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#television #love

I felt my mouth go dry, my throat constrict. What possible interpretation could Peter place on those words, other than that they were about him? - that the entire song was about him? ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#jane-austen #love #mary-bennet #mortification #peter-bushel

Don't, he says and then places his free hand underneath mine. ↗

— J.A. Redmerski

#love #sweet-talk #love

How does it feel being a woman's weakness? I mean a real woman. I mean a real weakness. ↗

— Sofía Navarro

#debilidad #edge #love #mujer #mujeres