#ny

You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#destiny #emily #love #love-story #lovers

Destiny, I feel is also a relationship-a play between grace and willful self-effort. Half of it you have no control over, half of it is absolutely in your hands and your actions will show measurable consequences. Man is neither entirely a puppet of the gods, nor is he entirely the captain of his own destiny; he’s a little of both. We gallop through our lives like circus performers balancing on two speeding side-by-side horses-one foot is on the horse called “fate” the other on the horse called “free will”. And the question you have to ask everyday is, Which horse is which? Which horse do I need to stop worrying about because it’s not under my control, and which do I need to steer with concentrated effort? ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#eat-pray-love #relationship #love

You reached into my chest with your words. When you spoke, my heart danced. Love muddled thoughts based in reason. Interest withered like a flower in dry heat then your words wrapped themselves around my heart and yanked it from my body. Now I stand bewildered by the sight of my heart beating on the cold concrete floor. ↗

— Sonya Watson

#heartache #heartbreak #love-hurts #rainy-day-blues #love

With love, lass anything is possible. ↗

— Laura Hunsaker

#highland-destiny #love

I don’t believe in ghosts and neither should you, Kingsley.” ”Why not? I’ve been in love with a ghost for thirty years.” Kingsley strolled over to the armchair and sat on the ottoman between the other man’s knees. Soren narrowed his eyes at him. “The body’s not even cold yet. Eleanor’s been gone one day and you’re already trying to get me into bed again?” ”Again?” Kingsley laughed and rolled his eyes. “Always. Are you surprised?” Soren shrugged. “Not really. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#love #the-prince #tiffany-reisz #unrequited-love #love

She put her arms around his waist and looked up at his face. “I did? What did I take?” He bent down to kiss her. She stood to meet him halfway. His lips softly touched her lips and her neck as his hands became tangled in her hair. “I believe it was my heart. ↗

— Aleatha Romig

#claire-nichols #love #love

Talk is cheap. If it wasn't, people might not toss around 'I love you' like a marked-down phrase in a sales bin. ↗

— Tonya Hurley

#love #tonya-hurley #love

That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed. ↗

— Jenny Downham

#before-i-die #jenny-downham #tessa #love

I have read true piety defined as: loving one’s destiny unconditionally – and there is something in it. That is to say: I think that in a way this sort of “religiousness” is the condition for real happiness. ↗

— Karen Blixen

#life #life

During the next hundred years, the question for those who love liberty is whether we can survive the most insidious and duplicitous attacks from within, from those who undermine the virtues of our people, doing in advance the work of the Father of Lies. “There is no such thing as truth,” they teach even the little ones. “Truth is bondage. Believe what seems right to you. There are as many truths as there are individuals. Follow your feelings. Do as you please. Get in touch with your self. Do what feels comfortable.” Those who speak in this way prepare the jails of the twenty-first century. They do the work of tyrants. ↗

— Michael Novak

#tyranny #love