#ran

Canada is lovely," she breathed against his lips. "And you are lovely." His laughter ghosted into her mouth. "That's my line, Lyd. You are supposed to think me handsome ↗

— Meredith Duran

#lydia #meredith-duran #love

Before I could flinch, he planted his warm lips against mine, wrapping his arms around my waist. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I thought about putting them in his hair, stopping inches away from his head. I thought about putting them around his neck, but I stopped myself midflight. So there I was, being kissed by a boy I was falling hopelessly in love with and making a complete fool of myself, because I looked like I was flagging someone down with my hands." Concealed ↗

— Sang Kromah

#paranormal-fiction #ya #love

If we found a ticket to Disneyland would you think we should arrest Mickey Mouse? ↗

— Diane L. Randle

#bloodlines #crime #drowning #ghost #lost-love

I will not say, as the beggars at our door used to do, ‘I’ll never ask anything of Him again;’ but, on the contrary, ‘He shall hear oftener from me than ever,’ and I will love God the better, and love prayer the better, as long as I live. ↗

— Philip Henry

#prayer #love

I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades. ↗

— Brandi L. Bates

#brandi-bates #gordon-parks #love #new-york #poetry

Love is a blue balloon that wants to be orange. Go Gators! ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#gators #love #orange #love

Fragments of a vessel which are to be glued together must match one another in the smallest details, although they need not be like one another. In the same way a translation, instead of resembling the meaning of the original, must lovingly and in detail incorporate the original's mode of signification, thus making both the original and the translation recognizable as fragments of a greater language, just as fragments are part of a vessel. ↗

— Walter Benjamin

#translation-theory #love

I do not understand your love,' he said. ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#keda #rantel #love

Forsaking the shield of insensibility she had tightly woven over herself during her years as a gelder, she unbarred her heart. She invited him in. ↗

— Chris Lange

#paranormal-romance #vampire #love

The sense of love should not like coffee, which only gives pleasure to the enjoy. But it must be like oranges which not only give pleasure but also freshness. ↗

— Isra

#freshness #love #oranges #pleasure #sense-of-love