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I ought not to doubt the steadiness of your affection. Yet such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest, and thus it is, that i always feel revived, as by a new convinction, when your words tell me I am dear to you; and wanting these, I relapse into doubt and often into despondency. ↗

— Ann Radcliffe

#love

My love for you won't stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years, when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods, that'll be me, thinking of you, whispering your name, and loving you. ↗

— Penelope Williamson

#romance #western #love

If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#love #outlander #love

I want to know when you're worried, when you're angry or happy or sad. You can probably do the same to me, though I'm slightly better at shielding my emotions. More practice." "A shadow crossed his face, a flicker of pain, before it was gone. "Unfortunately, the longer we're together, the harder hiding it will become, for both of us." He shook his head and gave me a wry smile. "One of the hazards of having a faery in love with you. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#love

By loving them for more than their abilities we show our children that they are much more than the sum of their accomplishments. ↗

— Eileen Kennedy-Moore

#accomplishment #achievement #child #children #children-and-parents

My love may be invisible, but that doesn’t mean you can’t taste it. (It tastes like a sonic boom, only not as bitter).
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— Jarod Kintz

#bitter #invisible #love #nonsense #sonic-boom

I fell in love with her the moment she was late, though neither one of us knew it at the time because she hadn’t arrived yet. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#future #knowledge #late #love #moment

I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me… ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #love

She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#women #love

There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false. ↗

— Lawrence Krauser

#stalking #unrequited-love #love