#om

It's a good sign but rare instance when, in a relationship, you find that the more you learn about the other person, the more you continue to desire them. A sturdy bond delights in that degree of youthful intrigue. Love loves its youth. ↗

— Criss Jami

#continuous #continuous-improvement #delight #desire #fresh

If you love someone, be their everything. ↗

— T.A

#lovers #romance #romantic #love

If I didn't love so damn hard I wouldn't have someone to risk my life for. ↗

— Leslie Lee Sanders

#dystopian-fiction #erotic-romance #gay-romance #mm #post-apocalyptic

Go on, she urged. Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#fitzgerald #gatsby #lies #love #moonlight

I was the silent and ever present figure in your life...but you.” I kissed the back of her hand softly and closed my eyes. "You've always been the meaning of mine. ↗

— Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#romance #severance #ya #life

She remained silent. There was nothing left to say. He'd said it all the night before. He had to end it. He could never leave his wife. And, in fact, she had known this. Although she loved him - and truly she did - he wasn't hers. He belonged to his wife. She'd earned him. It didn't matter that he was her first love or that she was his passion. It didn't matter that they had loved one another for more than half their lives. It didn't matter that he had married his wife on the rebound. It didn't matter that he didn't love the woman. It didn't even matter that they had turned into some soap-opera cliche. He was married to someone else and that meant that she was leftovers and destined to remain on the periphery in the shadow of another woman's marriage. But no more. She was well and truly sick of it.  ↗

— Anna McPartlin

#heartbreak #lost-love #love

Where such men love they have no desire and where they desire they cannot love ↗

— Sigmund Freud

#desire #love

Drive-by declaration of love, how romantic,” Becca joked. Zahara smirked. “Hey, it’s either that or sending a carrier pigeon, but I have a feeling Rekesh would be pissed if a bird crapped all over him.” ~Zahara and Becca ↗

— Annabell Cadiz

#best-friends #lucifer-sons-of-old-trilogy #strong-women #zahara #love

A single act of kindness is like a drop of oil on a patch of dry skin - seeping, spreading, and affecting more than the original need. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#charity #compassion #giving #kindness #love

El ardor de ese beso no los abandonó en muchos días y llenó de fantasmas delicados sus noches, dejando su recuerdo en la piel, como una quemadura. La alegría de ese encuentro los transportaba levitando por la calle, los impulsaba a reír sin causa aparente, los despertaba sobresaltados en la mitad de un sueño. Se tocaban los labios con las puntas de los dedos y evocaban exactamente la forma de la boca del otro. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#love