#om

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. ↗

— Anne Fortier

#love #romeo-and-juliet #sorrow #love

It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#hungry #kiss #love #memory #someone

Women are strange little beasts,' he said to Dr. Coutras. 'You can treat them like dogs, you can beat them till your arm aches, and still they love you.' He shrugged his shoulders. 'Of course, it is one of the most absurd illusions of Christianity that they have souls. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#love

Toxic people will pollute everything around them. Don’t hesitate. Fumigate. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#friendship #letting-go #loving-yourself #moving-on #negative-people

I shan't mind if you don't," he agreed. "But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til not pester you, but know this: I will wait until you choose to listen to your heart." "Pshaw." It was a feeble effort. She took a deep breath and tried again. "Humbug! How can you presume to know my heart?" He smiled a slow, devastating smile. "You are my heart." He lifted her hand and kissed it. "And our hearts beat in tune. I know it—I, who used not to believe in such things. And you know it. ↗

— Anne Gracie

#love #romance #love

Fool! You may hate me...But I...I haven't stopped thinking of you for a single day. ↗

— Rumiko Takahashi

#love #romantic #love

He did not blame them. Because in truth, that's what he did, what he was. Seduce and dominate. Charm and manipulate. A user of women. How they would scoff, Rothbury mused bitterly, if they knew that he was secretly in love with the silly little chit, spectacles and all. ↗

— Olivia Parker

#romance #rothbury #to-wed-a-wicked-earl #love

You don’t know how I feel about you? I try to show you how much I care about you every day. How can you not see that? ↗

— Cardeno C.

#love #home

Old age is the lubricant of belief. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#age

I walked him down to the front door, and the Savannah air assaulted me as I opened the door. “This town was never the same without you.” He turned around and started his short walk home, disappearing into the black of the night. ↗

— Alexandria Rhodes

#more-than-you-know #home