#ra

Hatred makes you weak where else love makes you vulnerable. There's a difference. ↗

— girl

#love #vulnerability #vulnerable #weak #weakness

Beth,” he whispered. “Come back to me.” He brought more of his blood to her. “Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the room. “I love you, damn you! Goddamn you, don’t you let go! ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #wrath #love

They found grace out in the desert, these people who survived the killing. Israel, out looking for a place to rest, met God out looking for them!" God told them, "I've never quit loving you and never will. Expect love, love, and more love! And so now I'll start over with you and build you up again, dear virgin Israel. You'll resume your singing, grabbing tambourines and joining the dance. You'll go back to your old work of planting vineyards on the Samaritan hillsides, And sit back and enjoy the fruit— oh, how you'll enjoy those harvests! The time's coming when watchmen will call out from the hilltops of Ephraim: 'On your feet! Let's go to Zion, go to meet our God! ↗

— Anonymous

#god #israel #love #scripture #zion

Without love everything can be nothing. Does that make me want to love? No. For me, Ignorance is still better than martyrdom. ↗

— Ira N. Barin

#ignorance #love #martyrdom #nothingness #numbness

Judgment should never enter into the hearts and minds of others while observing another in a pain that cannot be understood. ↗

— Amy Denise

#love #perfect-anguish #perseverance #romance #self-discovery

She's right. We would compose poems about love and tell stories that have been heard in some form before. But it would be our first time feeling and telling. ↗

— Ally Condie

#literature #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

Love’s like an egg. Break it, and you might still have almost every bit of yolk and white, but there’s no way you’re getting that back in the shell. And even if you could, there’d be still all the cracks. ↗

— Cath Crowley

#love #love

Until you've lived through all that," he said, "don't you ever complain about what we have. Because to me... to me..." He choked on the words, but he barely paused before he continued. "This - us - is heaven. I can't bear to hear you say otherwise. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#lady-crane #sir-phillip-crane #love

Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. ↗

— Clare McNally

#crying #darkness #fear #fleeing #helplessness