#pa

Don’t you want to know what I did?” I could have killed her for all he knew. “Nope.” He motioned me to him. “Could you be anymore chivalrous?” I touched his face. He smiled. “I’d be anything you need me to be. That’s just who I am,” he said, he tilted his head up. ↗

— Holly Hood

#new-series #paranormal-romance #romance #sweet #love

Sympathy is to love thy neighbor. Empathy is to leave her alone. ↗

— Anthony Marais

#love

Quella strada del passato si srotolava confusamente di fianco a noi come se la tazza della vita si fosse rovesciata e ogni cosa fosse impazzita. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#life #love #past #love

But they both agreed that it's always nice to know that your wife is desired by another man, although they wouldn't go any further than that. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#pain #suffering #love

Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true, but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#passion #love

For the first time, vague doubts assaulted me, the shattering suspicion that for all pleasure and joy in life we had to pay ... I repel fear. If I had to pay I would pay, after all, the memory of ecstasy while pungisse its pain could never be erased. ↗

— Frank Harris

#love

LOVE Is The Key Element To The Existence Of Humanity! With It...Mankind Will Exist For Eternity. Without It...Mankind Will Cease To Exist! ↗

— Timothy Pina

#legend-of-the-peace-panda #love

Mocho was a Spanish word that meant maimed or referred to something that had been lopped off like a stump. To call Homer el mocho was, essentially, to call him "Stumpy" or "the maimed one." It doesn't sound particularly flattering, but among Spanish speakers the giving of nicknames is tantamount to a declaration of love. Things that would sound insulting outright in English were tokens of deep affection when said in Spanish. ↗

— Gwen Cooper

#english #language #nicknames #spanish #love

Is that so? He who lives in the mountains years for the city, and the city-dweller would rather live in the mountains," the Abbot chuckled, "and nothing is ever to one's liking... ↗

— Eiji Yoshikawa

#the-heike-story #love

Here--you warriors--why this moaning and complaining? Have you no more sense than toads and vipers? Our time hasn't come. Have you no patience? Are we not the 'trodden weed' still? The time is not yet here for us to raise our heads. Must you still complain? ↗

— Eiji Yoshikawa

#taira-no-kiyomori #the-heike-story #love