#nigh

I wanted to write “stay” on your sides, surround your bed with oceans of salt. I hope he folds you into a fox, loves you like a splintered arrow, brandishes the kill of your lips. May the bouquet of your hips wither. May the wolves forget your name. ↗

— J. Bradley

#j-bradley #love

What had seemed like love was betrayal ↗

— Claudia Gray

#love

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#love

I don’t know what it is but every time I see you I feel such a strong urge, to be near you, to protect you, to hold you in my arms and never let you go.” Luke Nero - The Witchlings-Midnight curse ↗

— Amanda Turner

#love #paranormal #romance #the-witchlings-midnight-curse #love

I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. ↗

— Sarah Williams

#fondly #i #loved #night #stars

How can one love the light and live in darkness? ↗

— Brent Weeks

#count-drake #night-angel #the-way-of-shadows #love

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

— Ariel Seraphino

#nightmares #relationships #true-love #love

All the world will love the night, pain and pleasure always delight. ↗

— Alistair Dragonblood

#night #pain #trust #love

Darling," he said distractedly,"about the moon..." "Yes?" "I don't think it matters whether you want it or not." "What are you talking about?" "The moon. I think it's yours." Victoria yawned, not bothering to open her eyes. "Fine. i'm glad to have it." "But--" Robert shook his head. He was growing fanciful. the moon didn't belong to his wife. It didn't follow her, protect her. It certainly didn't wink at anybody. But he stared out the window the rest of the way home, just in case ↗

— Julia Quinn

#home #love #moon #night #wink

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