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I truly love our Code of Chivalry. We are taught that noblemen must take everything and say nothing. Noblemen must stand alone. Well, we're men, and men aren't born to stand alone. -Myles of Olau ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#love

He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stone cutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

In many parts of this world water is Scarce and precious. People sometimes have to walk A great distance Then carry heavy jugs upon their Heads. Because of our wisdom, we will travel Far for love. All movement is a sign of Thirst. Most speaking really says "I am hungry to know you." Every desire of your body is holy; Every desire of your body is Holy. Dear one, Why wait until you are dying To discover that divine Truth? ↗

— حافظ

#love

THE USES OF SORROW Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#sorrow #uses-of-sorrow #love

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-lightwood #love

The passion I feel for you is more than you’re prepared for. - Eric ↗

— Kailin Gow

#love #paranormal-romance #phantom-of-the-opera #love

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick. ↗

— Raymond Carver

#intimacy #joke #kick #love #offense

How do you know when it's over?" "Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you. ↗

— Gunnar Ardelius

#i-love-you #i-need-you #love #maybe #memories

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls. ↗

— Aberjhani

#famous-authors #famous-quotes #human-nature #love #philosophy-of-love

Do you know what I see in you now? The usual aura. A steady golden yellow, healthy and strong, with spikes of purple here and there. But when I do this. . . .” He rested a hand on my hip, and my whole body tensed up. That hand moved around my hip, slipping under my shirt to rest on the small of my back. My skin burned where he touched me, and the places that were untouched longed for that heat. “See?” he said. He was in the throes of spirit now, though with me at the same time. “Well, I guess you can’t. But when I touch you, your aura . . . it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand on me to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#angst #attraction #aura #denial-of-feelings #feelings