#or

Her biggest fault - perplexing to this day - is that Mother loves to pick trash. "Its an adventure", she says. "You never know what surprises you'll find ↗

— Camron Wright

#love

Real hard work and satisfaction will bring a detachment from time and worries. Do what you love and life will flow downstream. ↗

— Phil Wohl

#work #love

When you get everything aligned, when love welcomes the longing, accepts it, learns to live with it, you make love. ↗

— Anne Calhoun

#anne-calhoun #marissa #unforgiven #love

I vow that i will never forget this once in a life time love and to know it to be the deepest part of our soul and no matter how far the wave carry us apart we will always find our way to eachother. ↗

— Peter Adejimi

#love #seperation #love

I hate everything about you that you do and love everything you don’t ↗

— Amit Abraham

#love-hurts #lovers-love-story #love

And there, tucked in his soul, was the love he felt for Sabella since the moment he had seen her. ↗

— Lora Leigh

#love-at-first-sight #malone #nathan #noah #sabella

Love is a disease – ultimately you get sick of each other ↗

— Amit Abraham

#lovers-love-story #lovers-quarrels #love

Да се чувстваш нужен. Въпреки всичко. Да бързаш занякъде, да носиш нещо, да вярваш, че те чакат, че без тебе не могат, че се взират в далечината идеш ли. Да изненадаш света с някакво откритие. Но аз нищо не носех освен едно опетнено име. Никой не ме чакаше, никой не гледаше жадно към пътя, да се задам, не броеше минутите. Скоростта, с която летях, се превърна в сух, безплоден вятър. Скорост, скорост към нищото,опустошителна като суховей. Целият ти досегашен живот пробягва мълнийно пред очите ти. Искаш да се вкопчиш в нещо, да се задържиш на ръба на пропастта. Не е възможно да бъдеш излишен на тоя свят. И последният човек е нужен някъде, някому, за нещо. ↗

— Blaga Dimitrova

#favorite #life #love #road #travel

He heard the thrill in her voice, he saw her earnest face, he saw her clear true eyes, he saw the quickened bosom that would have joyfully thrown itself before him to receive a mortal wound directed at his breast, with the dying cry, 'I love him!' and the remotest suspicion of the truth never dawned upon his mind. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love

They cooked and washed dishes and scrubbed and mopped and dusted and wiped and cleaned the apartment from crack to crevice back to crack. ↗

— Matthew Aaron Goodman

#housework #love