#ps

It's hard to close the door on optimistic expectations when you love someone. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

#hope #love #relationships #love

Boyfriend huh? I didn't realize we had taken things to that level." "Oh, I'm sorry--this is my first undercover operation," Jordan said. "I'm a little unclear about the rules. Are we seeing other people in this fake relationship? ↗

— Julie James

#humor

Mental Health is measured though motivation to live; the more plans you have and the more significant they are, the more healthy you are. ↗

— Mark Brightlife

#mental-health #psychology #motivational

So, Beav, tell me about yourself." "I'm Blue." "Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn't be too happy, either." "My name is Blue. Blue Bailey. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#humore #natural-born-charmer #romance #susan-elizabeth-phillips #humor

He was uncomplicated and upbeat and easy. At one point, I might have thought these traits made him a simpleton, but now I think they just translate to happiness. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#humor

Basically, all women are nurturers and healers, and all men are mental patients to varying degrees. ↗

— Nelson DeMille

#men #men-and-women #mental-illness #relationships #women

I've fallen in love with you. I love you even now when you sit before me with the eyes of a wolf. So take pity upon the fool I have become. I forgot it was only a bargain between us. ↗

— Ronda Thompson

#paranormal #romance #ronda-thompson #untamed-one #werewolf

Technically, on the spectrum of very bad things, they did nothing truly wicked. But of course, that spectrum has no measure for the greatest of all carnal sins, the kind that occurs before skin touches skin, before wondering turns to yearning, yearning to having, having to holding for dear life, when two people cling to each other so desperately that even when they lie, inches apart, neither is fully satisfied until the light between them turns to darkness. ↗

— Galt Niederhoffer

#desperation #galt-niederhoffer #life #light #love

No one has really seen me in years.” Blake looked at the sky. “Sometimes I wonder how they know I don’t have a home. I try to dress decently.” He waved a hand at his jeans and army jacket. “I think it just seeps out of me. I’m not the same as everyone else.” He shook his head, pulling himself out of his despair, and looked at Livia again. “But when you saw me for the first time, you actually saw me. You saw me, and then you smiled like I was just the same as everyone else on that platform. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

I know it doesn’t make noise,” he explained. “Going through the motions is comforting to me. I wish I had a real piano.” The wistfulness in his tone was aching to hear. “Did it used to have keys on it?” Livia asked. “I did draw them once, but it was in pencil. No matter. My heart knows right where they are.” He watched her as he tickled the pretend keys again. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love