#pa

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed his hand into the fall of her hair, wrapping a thick strand around his fingers and wrist. His voice dropped, deepening as he spoke words meant for her. “I love your hair. The color of blood at its most fragrant and powerful.” The light tug on the strands didn’t hurt. Instead it sensitized her. The swirl of color in his eyes was myriad shades of red reflected and magnified. “You should let go now,” she said, low even tones that matched his own. The corner of that edible mouth lifted, baring a fang. “Never. ↗

— Danielle Monsch

#paranormal-romance #vampires #love

Everyone has baggage, maybe we should help each other carry it. ↗

— Rob Liano

#baggage #caring #compassion #love #love

Waves with the Violent breeze never stopped, Those loving screams could not be Heard anymore , Speeding Tires although provided the speed, But Still we never reached Across The Shore . ↗

— Aditya Chandel

#lonliness #pain #love

Time. Either you are for it or against it. So be here now. Not later. Do what you want to do, and with the people you love. Learn to appreciate time and make doing so a habit. And if you want to do nothing, then enjoy doing it well. Why do anything by half? Why live a life diluted? What's the use? ↗

— Carew Papritz

#the-legacy-letters #time #love

Music can transport you to another time with a couple of notes. It makes you feel the heartbreak or the love, right along with the singer. The right song speaks to your soul in a way nothing else can. It’s magic. ↗

— Cindi Madsen

#paranormal-romance-series #love

He died at the wrong time, when there was much to be clarified and established. They hadn’t even started to be grown-ups together. There was this piece of heaven, this little girl he’d carried around the shop on his shoulders; and then one day she was gone, replaced by a foreigner, an uncooperative woman he didn’t know how to speak to. Being so confused, so weak, so in love, he chose strength and drove her away from himself. The last years he spent wondering where she’d gone, and slowly came to realise that she would never return, and that the husband he’d chosen for her was an idiot. ↗

— Hanif Kureishi

#father-daughter #parents #regret #love

Parenthood wasn’t about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else’s. When you loved your kids, you’d give up everything to keep them safe and make them happy, and you didn’t care about the other things, the ones that went away. ↗

— Lisa Unger

#love

It's as if I've stepped off the edge of a cliff, and even though my heart's in my mouth and my stomach is in knots, I'm the most excited I've ever been in my life. I'm totally enthralled by him. I want him, every part of him, and I desperately want him to feel the same way about me. ↗

— Serena Grey

#excitement #falling #falling-in-love #love #unrequited-love

If you continue with that train of thought and end it with, I did it because I love you and can’t bear to see you in turmoil, you could sell it to Hallmark, but not to me! ↗

— Rebekkah Ford

#young-adult #love

Marriage to the groom does not means that his heart belongs to the bride. ↗

— Dennis E. Adonis

#cheating #heart-broken #infidelity #lost-love #marriage