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In his opinion, working was vastly overrated. Particularly as a way to build character, for everyone who engaged in it was far too snappish and fussy, and seemed to have no manners at all. ↗

— Hilari Bell

#character #humor #work #attitude

Literary style is like crystal-ware: the cleaner the wineglass, the brighter the brilliance. As a reader, I agree with those who believe that a colour of the dress, which a character has on, as well as any enumeration and description of dishes at dinner or in the kitchen should be mentioned only in case if all this has a strong consequent relation to the plot, but as an author, I can’t help mentioning all this, with no particular reason, just for love for my characters, desiring to give them something nice and pleasant. Melancholy grows a platinum rose. Affection grows a double rose. ↗

— Lara Biyuts

#creative-writing #literature #love

So, what's up with you and Damian?" Helena asks. "What do you mean?" I can feel the hear of a blush coloring on my cheeks. I can't ever seem to not show how I feel. It's becoming pretty annoying. ↗

— Lisa Ann Sandell

#damian #feelings #helena #love #shyness

He heard a soft voice calling him and turned towards it, trying to focus the vision before him. It wasn't his mother. If he weren't so tired, he would have smiled. He hadn't expected to find an angel in Hell. The angel, her image blurred, a whiteness surrounding her, would understand. The angel would know. "Why couldn't she love me?" he asked. The angel's answer was garbled. He strained to understand the words, not all his senses failed him as he slipped back into the abyss on the edge of Hell. And the angel knelt down beside the bed and wept. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#lorriane-heath #rebecca #sweet-lullaby #love

If Fran Lebowitz and Ian Fleming had blessed the world with a love child it would have been author J. Fields Jr. ↗

— Edward Medina

#books #fran-lebowitz #humor #james-bond #love

I won’t break Cooper,” she pulled his head to hers with a hand tangled in his hair to whisper huskily in his ear; “I’ll even bend if you like. ↗

— Kelly Curry

#contemporary-romance #love #romance-novels #romances #love

Off course, if Steven had a wife in the attic, like Mr. Rochester in Jane Eyre, that, I thought, would be another matter entirely. But the very idea made me laugh. His building had no attic, and his one small closet couldn't even hold a skeleton. It was too packed with clothes, his and mine. ↗

— Lisa Tucker

#love #love

I així, sense voler-ho, el seu excés d’amor em va encomanar un rebuig per qualsevol sentiment i fins i tot una por als acostaments emotius i vibrants cap a una altra persona. Vaig aprendre una lliçó per fugir de tot compromís sentimental: a més estimació, més perills de tota mena. No t’acostis i no et cremaràs. L’amor crema. L’amor consumeix. L’amor mata. ↗

— Emili Teixidor

#emili-teixidor #life #love #pa-negre #vida

He stirred the fire, and when he spoke, his voice blended in with the roar of the fire's blaze. "I want tonight, Maddie." He twisted his body away from the fire until his attention was focused entirely on her. "Tell me you don't love me, and I'll sleep on the other side of the fire. Otherwise, I intend to take tonight. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#lorraine-heath #parting-gifts #love

L'amore ha i suoi differenti toni, i suoi variegati registri, non sta quasi mai in silenzio. Non è taciturno, ma parla, strepita, canta, inveisce. Ferisce, non solo l'orecchio. L'amore talvolta è violento. ↗

— Nadia Fusini

#love #love