#rose

Days grow hotter and life grows shorter. Time is somehow running out. She flips her pillow so she won't have to sleep on her tears. ↗

— Toby Barlow

#life

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky? ↗

— Damon Knight

#onomatopoeia #prose-poetry #urban-life #life

There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#love #magic #rosemary #salt #superstition

I would rather be a womaniser than a sodomiser. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#male-female-relationships #sodomy #womaniser #relationship

But also... well, you and I will both be Lissa's gaurdians someday. I need to protect her at all cost. If a pack of Strogoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her." "I know that. Of course that's what you have to do." The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out. "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose #love

You did what you did out of love. I can't be mad at you over that. It was stupid, but that's how love is. Do you have any idea what I'd do for you? To keep you safe? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose #sweet #vampire-academy #love

His fingertip gently wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "That's part of it," he said. "But also... well, you and I will both be Lissa's guardians someday. I need to protect her at all cost. If a pack of Strigoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her." "I know that. Of course that's what you have to do." The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out. "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love #rose #love

I don't think much about guys from the past. I'm glad I knew them, but there's a reason they didn't make it into my future. ↗

— Lorraine Zago Rosenthal

#guys #lorraine-zago-rosenthal #love #move-on #past

He made the world to be a grassy road Before her wandering feet. ↗

— W. B. Yeates

#the-rose-of-the-world #wandering #love

He finds his way up the side of my neck, biting me just a little, moving lightly back and forth, like he's searching for a special spot. When he finds it, I make small sound I've never heard myself make before, like a gasp. He traces his tongue in slow circles around that spot. I realise my hands are just lying in my lap, doing nothing. I concentrate on lifting my arm and reaching for his face, but he catches my hand and holds it tightly at the wrist. His lips leave the spot and find their way back to my mouth, which is waiting, hoping for his return. He plants a gentle kiss on my lower lip and then whispers in my ear, "I just got lucky, Rose. ↗

— Louise Rozett

#love #rose #love