#roman

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two. ↗

— Catullus

#poetry #roman #love

She knew it the way people say they know they are about to be hit by lightning, yet remain powerless to run, unable to avoid their fate. She panicked, as anyone might have when disparate parts of her life were about to crash into each other, certain to leave a path of anguish and debris. It was true that devotion could be lost as quickly as it was found, which was why some people insisted that love letters be written in ink. How easy it was for even the sweetest words to evaporate, only to be rewritten as impulse and infatuation might dictate. How unfortunate that love could not be taught or trained, like a seal or a dog. Instead it was a wolf on the prowl, with a mind of its own, and it made its own way, undeterred by the damage done. Love like this could turn honest people into liars and cheats, as it now did… ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#life

I think only when you are truly alone can you see you never were. ↗

— Kelly Moran

#book-quotes #loneliness-quotes #love-quotes #romance #love

I would rather die of love than let love die. ↗

— Rob Bignell

#love #romance #love

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#pain #romance #sad #true-love #love

Jangan paksa aku untuk melupakanmu. Karena mengurangi cinta ini sedikit saja sudah begitu sulit. ↗

— Robin Wijaya

#puitis #romance #love

Good evening, Mrs. Grey," Christian says softly. He's standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans...those jeans- the ones he wore in the playroom. Oh my. They are over washed pale-blue denim, snug, ripped at the knee and hot. He saunters over to me, his feet bare, the top button of the jeans undone, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. "Good to have you home. I've been waiting for you. ↗

— E.L. James

#romance #christianity

I've got a book of poetry by the bed, one of these big collections that goes back to the Greeks and Romans. ↗

— Martin C. Smith

#bed #big #book #collections #goes

Those deep set eyes that look like they could tell stories for days, and that wavy brown hair that feels soft between my fingers. I try to memorize the angles of his jaw and the lines of his lips, because I know. I know this may be the last time I ever see him. Breathe fills my lungs, my throat relaxes, and I can't help but smile. Because I can see what he's thinking as clearly as if he'd spoken. He doesn't want to leave - he doesn't want to go home. He's going to choose me instead. ↗

— Elizabeth Norris

#ben-and-janelle #countdown #science-fiction #science-fiction-romance #unraveling

And the way it felt?" I whisper, as if that might soften the blow of embarrassment I'm about to deal. "Is that how you were feeling - how you feel - about me?" A breeze comes off the ocean, and my skin feels strangely empty and open as he gives an almost imperceptible nod. ↗

— Elizabeth Norris

#science-fiction-romance #unraveling #ya #science