#no

Are you sure?" His voice was barely a whisper, a ghost in the dark. I nodded, tracing my fingers down his cheek, marveling as he closed his eyes. "We could die tomorrow," I whispered back. "I want to be with you tonight. I don't want to have any regrets, when it comes to us. So, yes, I'm sure. I love you, Ash. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#love

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love ↗

— Martin Luther King Jr.

#love #nonviolence #love

I'd rather love a million times and have my heart broken every time, than hold a permanitely empty heart forever. ↗

— H.C. Paye

#broken-heart #empty #love #million #not

If you haven't guessed it already," I said, something fervent and resonating slipping into my tone, "I need you, too." "Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my sholders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#cute #hush-hush #love #nora-and-patch #nora-grey

if i had to choose between breathing or loving you, i would say 'i love you' with my last breath ↗

— Shannon Dermott

#incubus #nephilim #paranormal-romance #succubus #love

The novel was born with the Modern Era, which made man, to quote Heidegger, the "only real subject," the ground for everything. It is largely through the novel that man as an individual was established on the European scene. Away from the novel, in our real lives, we know very little about our parents as they were before our birth; we have only fragmentary knowledge of the people close to us: we see them come and go and scarcely have they vanished than their place is taken over by others: they form a long line of replaceable beings. Only the novel separates out an individual, trains a light on his biography, his ideas, his feelings, makes him irreplaceable: makes him the center of everything. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#individuality #knowledge #the-novel #biography

Don't be in a hurry to condemn because he doesn't do what you do or think as you think or as fast. There was a time when you didn't know what you know today. ↗

— Malcolm X

#knowledge #tolerance #understanding #tolerance

I do not believe, from what I have been told about this people, that there is anything barbarous or savage about them, except that we all call barbarous anything that is contrary to our own habits. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#xenophobia #tolerance

A well-composed book is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter in any other way. ↗

— Caroline Gordon

#book #cannot #carpet #enter #magic

Let me feed you,” he whispered, his tone suddenly husky. He sounded like sex. Or at least, what Julia imagined sex would sound like if it was sitting on a white banquette with shining blue eyes and an arrogant jaw, trying to press a cold glass up to her mouth. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh my, Gabriel. Oh…my…Gabriel. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#sylvain-reynard #imagination