#roma

I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets. ↗

— Roman Payne

#europe #fortune #fortunes #gypsies #gypsy

And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is. ↗

— Mircea Eliade

#wails #roman

Take care of my heart, I've left it with you. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward-cullen #isle-esme #roman

It was a time I slept in many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I knew every kind of joy, ascents of every hue. Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs. ↗

— Roman Payne

#literature #payne #roman #rooftop-soliloquy #love

You remember our talk about purpose and meaning?" he asked me, the smile disappearing. "Well, I think this might be mine. I think this is what I was meant to do, Georgina. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#roman #roman

There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness—(if only so that possession of the former allows us to discern the latter when we have it; for sad as it is, no human body can be happily drunk all the time). ↗

— Roman Payne

#drunkenness #happiness #payne #rest #roman

Nu, n-am nevoie de scuze. Mi-era dor de iubire… Un dor vechi şi cumplit. ↗

— Cella Serghi

#cella-serghi #roman #roman

Fond and protective equals love? I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#romance #seraphina #equality

Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#memory

There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could've had something perfect, but it just wasn't meant to be. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#sorrow