#no

I love you, Jason. You have no idea how much I love you – she said. She wanted to add how she knew the shape of each of his fingernails, how she could know exactly which of his fingers was caressing her back, which fingertip was resting on her face. His every touch occupied her heart and increased her passion. She was never hiding that from him. That’s why she repeated – I love you. ↗

— Natalie Ansard

#love-novel #love-quotes #love

Love. She was aware that, to some people, this would be a warm-fuzzy type of feeling. For her, it was pure, unadulterated terror. ↗

— J.K. Hogan

#romance #love

Oh you will die and soon because you made the choice to fall in love.” ~Asher Lake ↗

— Shawn Reilly

#cursed #paranormal-romance-series #love

I don't know when I'll able to knock in the door of her mind. But I believe in my love, enthusiasm and passion. Someday dream may come true. ↗

— Santonu Kumar Dhar

#enthusiasm #knock #mind #passion #dreams

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#creativity #different #individuality #non-conformist #art

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poetry #snowflakes #love

He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it. ↗

— Mikl Paul

#monologue #prose #prose-poetry #love

He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes and boxes, I would take them into my closet, shut the door, and quickly open them. A flash of foreign light would fill the room, but only for a moment. I would whisper ‘this is what we’re like, this is what we’re like.’… ↗

— Mikl Paul

#monologue #prose #prose-poetry #love

The Summer of Love had already given way to the the winter of Who the f--k are you? ↗

— Jaffe Cohen

#seventies #love

Everything depends exclusively on emotions. ↗

— Natalie Ansard

#love-novel #love-story #love