#roman

In life, you love the one whom you can never have. ↗

— Yash Masane

#life

She didn't know what a goji berry was, but it sounded like something Amazonian tribesmen might eat when they wanted to talk to their ancestors and embark on an inner voyage into some sort of unicorn-infested netherworld. Whatever worked. ↗

— Lola Salt

#humour #romance #life

And the mountains, the flowers, the sky. Earth. Beyond that door was Earth. And life. ↗

— Beth Ravis

#young-adult #life

They were too much to carry so i left them behind for a new life, in a new place but no one forgot who i was i didn't and neither did the people who watch they watched for years they watch now ↗

— Ally Condie

#romance #life

My life would be sour grapes and ashes without you ↗

— Daisy Ashford

#life

بحبك مش كلمة بتتقال هى كلمة بتتعمل كل يوم فى كل فعل وحركة، من أول ما باصحى من النوم على صورتك فى خيالى ولغاية ما بنام وبسلم عليك جوايا. ↗

— دعاء جميل

#love #love-story #romantic #life

Envy and resentment are terribly corrosive passions. To suffer at the sight or even the thought of others' enjoyment of life makes one a committed enemy of human happiness. Such people end up being practically a curse upon the human race. They vandalize life, exerting themselves not in the pursuit of gain or pleasure, but to hinder others' enjoyment. ↗

— Robert Sheaffer

#resentment #roman-catholic-church #life

Colorful characters are the odd shaped pieces that fill the holes in life's puzzle. ↗

— Richard Stephens

#humour #mystery #romance #life

Alexander moved her off him, laid her down, was over her, was pressed into her, crushing her. Anthony was right there, he didn't care, he was trying to inhale her, trying to absorb her into himself. "All this time you were stepping out in front of me, Tatiana," he said. "Now I finally understand. You hid me on Bethel Island for eight months. For two years you hid me and deceived me - to save me. I am such an idiot," he whispered. "Wretch or not, ravaged or not, in a carapace or not, there you still were, stepping out for me, showing the mute mangled stranger your brave and indifferent face." Her eyes closed, her arms tightened around his neck. "That stranger is my life," she whispered. They crawled away from Anthony, from their only bed, onto a blanket on the floor, barricading themselves behind the table and chairs. "You left our boy to go find me, and this is what you found..." Alexander whispered, on top of her, pushing inside her, searching for peace. Crying out underneath him, Tatiana clutched his shoulders. "This is what you brought back from Sachsenhausen." his movement was tense, deep, needful. Oh God. Now there was comfort. "You thought you were bringing back him, but Tania, you brought back me." "Shura...you'll have to do..." Her fingers were clamped into his scars. "In you," said Alexander, lowering his lips to her parted mouth and cleaving their flesh, "are the answers to all things." All the rivers flowed into the sea and still the sea was not full. ↗

— Paullina Simons

#romance #the-summer-garden #life

Born to be wild; born to be free; nobody owns you; you are, a romantic tree. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#romance #love