#roma

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me. ↗

— Anna Maria Gardner

#love #movie #movie-quote #romance #love

A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#men #romance #death

Roarke: You'd enjoy flying more if you'd learn the controls. Eve: I'd rather pretend I'm on the ground. Roarke: And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years? Eve: Think about that, then imagine it happening when I'm at the wheel at thirty thousand feet. Roarke: Good point. I'll do the flying. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#romance #suspense #death

I'm not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again... ↗

— Jodi LaPalm

#identity #novella #romance #still-life #death

You can’t go back. Can’t fix what broke. But you can go forward. And every step matters. Every one makes a difference.” She pushed away from the desk, cupped his face in her hands. “From where I’m standing, you’re the best step I ever took. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#romance #death

Be nice to his family. Pretend not to notice the way their house smells. Pretend to like their food. Mimic their barbaric customs at the dinner table. ↗

— Laura Yes Yes

#interracial-romance #love #dating

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#romance #death

Love doesn't always mean rings and veils and walks down the aisle. Sometimes love means broken windows and broken hearts, and not being able to fix either. And sometimes love means telling you, there's no such thing as time in Heaven so don't rush to meet me. Stay a while, and pick, girl, the roses. ↗

— Jennifer Gooch Hummer

#love #poems #romance #death

Love is selflessly giving your breath away to allow someone else to breathe. ↗

— Bryan Butvidas

#death