#ness

Most of our suffering comes from resisting what is already here, particularly our feelings. All any feeling wants is to be welcomed, touched, allowed. It wants attention. It wants kindness. If you treated your feelings with as much love as you treated your dog or your cat or your child, you'd feel as if you were living in heaven every day of your sweet life. ↗

— Geneen Roth

#suffering #women #life

I’d always secretly believed that a love as fierce and true as mine would be rewarded in the end, and now I was being forced to accept the bitter truth. ↗

— Alma Katsu

#hopelessness #unrequited-love #love

A wise mother knows: It is her state of consciousness that matters. Her gentleness and clarity command respect. Her love creates security. ↗

— Vimala McClure

#love #mothering #respect #security #love

A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev's searching fingertips. Win's heartbeat...the pulse that sustained his universe. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#illness #kev #love #merripen #soulmates

What Douglas had once seen as the attractive over-confidence of youth, now looked more like unyielding selfishness. ↗

— Len Deighton

#love #selfishness #ss-gb #youth #love

You know that saying about how you don’t know what you have until it’s gone? I already did know what I had, and now that she’s gone, I know even more. ↗

— A.S. King

#lbgt #loneliness #love #separation #love

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe. ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#love #lovers-quarrels #passion #precariousness #volatility

And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love. ↗

— Graham Greene

#love #love

I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#forgotten #hollow #loneliness #love

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment. ↗

— Holly Black

#possessiveness #love