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…he glanced over his shoulder at her, regarding her, as he often did before they made love, as if she were a lost continent about to be rediscovered. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#sex #skinny-legs-and-all #tom-robbins #love

It's a very brave thing to fall in love. You have to be willing to trust somebody else with your whole being, and that's very difficult, really difficult and very brave. ↗

— Nicole Kidman

#brave #difficult #else #fall #love

Loving Sarah was like reading a particularly good book. That pressing and overwhelming need to just devour it as fast as possible is matched only by the need to savour it slowly and completely, lest all come to an end too soon. The all-consuming emotions are so many and varied that it is almost impossible to pick out one for a few minutes attention. They mainly stay jumbled and unattended, and for the most part not entirely understood or satisfied. But then, maybe it is in the understanding of our love for someone that the love itself disappears altogether. If so, then I don't want to understand, and I remain content to simply experience her. Somehow, the more I learn about Sarah, the better I understand myself. And the more I fall in love. ↗

— Nadine Rose Larter

#love #experience

Don't think that your first love has to be your only love. ↗

— Yukiru Sugisaki

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Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love. ↗

— Kate Chopin

#sympathy #love

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#love #love

Love outweighs the liabilities. ↗

— Martha Cecilia

#romance #love

My time at Yahoo, from its founding to the present, has encompassed some of the most exciting and rewarding experiences of my life. ↗

— Jerry Yang

#experiences #founding #life #most #my life

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#gatsby #lonely #love #romance #love

Because it hardly ends with falling in love. Just the opposite. I don't need to tell you, Your Honor, I sense that you understand true loneliness. How you fall in love and it's there that the work begins: day after day, year after year, you must dig yourself up, exhume the contents of your mind and sould for the other to sift through so that you might be known to him, and you, too, must spend days and years wading through all that he excavates for you alone, the archaeology of his being, how exhausting it became, the digging up and the wading through, while my own work, my true work, lay waiting for me. Yes, I always thought there would be more time left for me, more time left for us, and for the child we might one day have, but I never felt that my work could be put aside as they could, my husband and the idea of our child, a little boy or girl that I sometimes even tried to imagine, but always only vaguely enough that he or she remained a ghostly emissary of our future, just her back while she sat playing with her blocks on the floor, or just his feet sticking out of the blanket on our bed, a tiny pair of feet. What of it, there would be time for them, for the life they stood for, the one I was not yet prepared to live because I had not yet done what I had meant to do in this one. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#love #imagination