#ps

Is it needy? It's not. We don't need each other. We just really, really enjoy each other. And we're good together. We're good people together. And I have the funniest feeling. I can really, truly touch this all, this happiness and the sadness too, I can trace all of it with my fingers. It isn't theoretical or distant. This feels like me. This is me. I love him, and, for the first time in a relationship, I also like me. Every time he says "I love you," I answer, "I believe you. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#relationships #love

Our love of being right is best understood as our fear of being wrong ↗

— Kathryn Schulz

#philisophical #psychology #love

He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip. ↗

— Rebecca Berto

#literature #love #new-adult #relationships #romance

My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#heaven #love #religion #love

Never enter relationships. Otherwise, suffer the pains that come with it. Enjoy your individuality while you can. ↗

— Arnold Arre

#relationships #love

Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated. ↗

— William Makepeace Thackeray

#relationships #love

They send a person who can never stay,: she whispered. "Who can never accept my offer of companionship for more than a little while. They send me a hero I can't help... Just the sort of person I can't help falling in love with." The night was quiet except for the gurgle of the fountains and waves lapping on the shore. It took me a long time to realize what she was saying. "Me?" I asked. "If you could see your face." She suppressed a smile, though her eyes were still teary. "Of course, you." "That's why you've been pulling away all this time?" "Itried very hard. But I can't help it. The Fates are cruel. They sent you to me, my brave one, knowing that you would break my heart." "But... I'm just... I mean, I'm just me." "That is enough," Calypso promised. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#love

Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#goddess #love #poetry #seduction #the-seducer-s-diary

You may wish to capture a wild thing as you covet their unbreakable spirit, but as much as you may wish to tame a wild thing, a wild thing, who may grow to love you, will always resist and will do anything, at any cost, even if it means hurting you, to break free. Be careful when playing with a wild thing. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#spirited #wild #wild-thing #love

Finally he turned his head toward her face and brushed a kiss over her cheek. “I love you and I believe with all my heart that you love me as well. Why can’t you say it, Hero? ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#relationships #tormented #love