#om

For the first time in my life, I said the words, “I need a drink. ↗

— Cristina Marrero

#cristy-anne #lesbian #lgbtq #love #queer-youth

His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lena #love #romance #love

Without sacrifice, true love is incomprehensible. ↗

— Toba Beta

#sacrifice #true-love #love

Why are you pretending to write, when I already know you're just doing that to intimidate me? ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#romance #love

Here too it’s masquerade, I find: As everywhere, the dance of mind. I grasped a lovely masked procession, And caught things from a horror show… I’d gladly settle for a false impression, If it would last a little longer, though. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#fake #false #illusion #impression #mask

You dance?” “I think that might be overly optimistic,” he said. “I do something. I’ll try not to hurt you. ↗

— Robyn Carr

#funny #humour #romance #funny

You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself. ↗

— Gaston Leroux

#phantom-of-the-opera #love

He looked at her and tried to discover behind her lascivious expression the familiar features that he loved tenderly. It was as if he were looking at two images through the same lens, at two images superimposed one on the other with one showing through the other. These two images showing through each other were telling him that everything was in the girl, that her soul was terrifyingly amorphous, that it held faithfulness and unfaithfulness, treachery and innocence, flirtatiousness and chastity. This disorderly jumble seemed disgusting to him, like the variety to be found in a pile of garbage. Both images continued to show through each other, and the young man understood that the girl differed only on the surface from other women, but deep down was the same as they: full of all possible thoughts, feelings, and vices, which justified all his secret misgivings and fits of jealousy. The impression that certain outlines delineated her as an individual was only a delusion to which the other person, the one who was looking, was subject--namely himself. It seemed to him that the girl he loved was a creation of his desire, his thoughts, and his faith and that the real girl now standing in front of him was hopelessly other, hopelessly alien, hopelessly ambiguous. He hated her. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#relationships #sex #women #faith

You keep showing up here? Being who you are?' There was a pause. 'I'm going to fall in love with you.' -Rehvenge ↗

— J.R. Ward

#love

What do you have there?” Mouse perked up at her interest. “I’m making ski masks to have on hand for bank robberies. Last night I finished the fingerless mermaid gloves for Eve. She likes her fingers free for gunplay.” Mouse’s needles clicked together in a peaceful rhythm. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love