#pa

Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near. ↗

— Cole Porter

#love

There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two races of men and women lived on earth, the night people and the day people, never meeting face to face except at this moment. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#life

Maybe love was a woman feeding him pancakes. Maybe it was someone sitting across from him sipping orange juice just to please him. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#pancakes #love

All children are love children, he said, but only the best ones are ever called that. ↗

— Paul Auster

#children #love #moon #palace #love

They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the “blaze of passion” often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet. Perhaps their surrounding world, the strangers they met in the street, the wide expanses they saw on their walks, the rooms in which they lived or met, took more delight in their love than they themselves did. ↗

— Boris Pasternak

#passion #love

Because in some other universe, you are me, I am you, and we are perfectly happy together. Or perhaps not… and just like this… ↗

— Abhimanyu Jha

#passion #philosophy #remembrance #romance #love

When she awakened, Hunter was watching her with eyes like dark velvet. "You're the last woman I'll ever make love to," he said, stroking her breast, toying with the rosy peak. She stroked his sun-streaked hair and the hard nape of his neck, loving the feel of him against her. "Good," she whispered. "Keep me with you, Lara. I don't want to leave you. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lara #lisa-kleypas #stranger-in-my-arms #love

Pleasure, I remind myself, is inseparable from its lawfully wedded mate, pain. ↗

— T.C. Boyle

#friend-of-the-earth #love #pain #pleasure #ty

There is something immensely scary about putting yourself out there for people to love or hate you, fan or pan you, review or screw you. ↗

— L.V. Lewis

#contemporary-romance #erotic-romance #interracial-romance #parody #love

To see someone you love in so much pain—especially emotional pain that can’t be remedied—was the worst form of torture. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#angels #fantasy #fiction #kreitzer #paranormal-romance