#romance

-On creating a false identity for Pheobe- "A widow," Ava insisted. "How did her husband die?" Greer asked. "I hardly know," Ava said with a shrug as she rocked Jonathan in her arms. "How do men typically die? A fall from a horse or some such thing." "I scarcely believe scores of men are falling to their deaths from their saddles," Greer said drily. ↗

— Julia London

#julia-london #romance #death

My beloved is the sun And I am the earth that thrives only in her warmth. My beloved is the rain And I am the grass that thirsts for her quenching kiss. My beloved is the wind And I am the wings that soar when she fills me with her gentle strength. My beloved is the rock Upon which rests the happiness of all my days. —The Elements of Love, a poem by Aileron v'En Kavali of the Fey ↗

— C.L. Wilson

#strength

My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you ... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder'd at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr'd for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. ↗

— John Keats

#john-keats #love #poetry #romance #life

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#writing #respect

Certein bodies... become luminous when heated. Their luminosity disappears after some time, but the capacity of becoming luminous afresh through heat is restored to them by the action of a spark, and also by the action of radium. ↗

— Marie Curie

#romance #science #spark #science

Wesley Rush no persigue a las chicas, pero te estoy persiguiendo a ti”. Weasley Rush ↗

— Kody Keplinger

#young-adult-romance #design

thus with a kiss I die ↗

— William Shakespeare

#romance #die

Don't kiss me like a woman if you're going to treat me like a child. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#romance #woman

It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other. ↗