#ok

I didn't pretend to know Eli at all, but even so, I'd noticed that his manner was slightly hard to read. It was something in the way he talked that made it difficult to tell whether he was kidding or serious or what. This bothered me. Or intrigued me. Or both. ↗

— Sarah Dessen Along for the Ride

#difficuly #feelings #infatuation #intrigue #joke

I generally read every night befi=ore I fall asleep: Brad does too. I find it comforting to lie beside my husband, each of us with a book in our hands. I see it as a period of calm and intimacy, and as the perfect metaphor-together, yet individual-for our marriage. ↗

— Debbie Macomber

#marriage-husbands #reading #marriage

A false love, begins with the eye and soon spills from the eye in pain. Where a true love, begins with the eye, and settles in the heart. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#everlasting-love #eye #false-love #heart #pain

Speak up and speak clearly. I want to hear what you have to say because it matters. Let's listen to each other and respect one another's opinions. Although, they may be different, wisdom allows us to be responsible for our own feelings and actions. ↗

— Felicia Johnson

#inspirational #life-lessons #love #novel #respect

It's too much to be trusted with someone else's heart. I don't think it ever ends well. ↗

— Amy McNamara

#hurt #love #love

Mean words Once upon a time, I loved you But I will never I swear. ↗

— Arzum Uzun

#arzum-uzun-quotes #broken-heart #heartbreak #love #love-story

Wooed by a vivid cover, she picked one up and leafed through it. She loved thee way it smelled, the ink, the fine paper, the oversized photographs. ↗

— Elizabeth Brundage

#book-shelves #bookstore #love

Whenever he was around, she'd get this look on her face, this kind of radiance. She was a beer poured too fast, her golden liquid spilling over the edge. ↗

— Elizabeth Brundage

#love

It's like having a head full of holes, in which the perfect repository of words have shamed themselves," he lamented. ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#stroke #love

I don't know why we stopped reading together, but gradually we were not doing it regularly, and then without realizing it was happening we were reading different books, and gradually we came not to care about the book the other one was reading, because it was not the book we were reading, and we became bored and drifted off when the other one talked about his book. What we were doing, reading different books, was furnishing different rooms, constructing separate worlds almost, in which we could sit and be ourselves again. Of course those were rooms in which we each sat alone, and we gradually spent more and more time in them and less and less in the house we lived in together. ↗

— Sam Savage

#marriage #reading #marriage