#rose

Roses are red violets arae blue my love for you is forever true. ↗

— Paola Calvillo

#love #roses #true #violets #love

I have a theory that movies operate on the level of dreams, where you dream yourself. ↗

— Meryl Streep

#dreams #meryl-streep #movies #theory #yourself

He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns. ↗

— Elizabeth Peters

#mother #rose #son #love

She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale. ↗

— Mikl Paul

#love-story #prose #prose-poetry #love

Swirled tight, trussed, manic, most trusted. You love hills, swells, waves of sand, waves of water. You love traffic on bridges that might split in two. You love stairs leading to stairs leading to ice cream stands. Shards of pottery as good as a map. You love fractured control towers and the very broken Alaskan Way Viaduct. You love squat corner stores and barber-pole signs. You love the idea of privacy in a city of windows, the idea of light in a city of shadows. ↗

— Carol Guess

#love

I wanted to shut my mind, that my thoughts might close on my own peace, I wanted to close the peace of my love in my heart like dew in a dark rose." From "Philip Speaks ↗

— Caryll Houselander

#love #peace #rose #love

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#poetic-prose #tragedy #love

He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it. ↗

— Mikl Paul

#monologue #prose #prose-poetry #love

He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes and boxes, I would take them into my closet, shut the door, and quickly open them. A flash of foreign light would fill the room, but only for a moment. I would whisper ‘this is what we’re like, this is what we’re like.’… ↗

— Mikl Paul

#monologue #prose #prose-poetry #love

She was in love with a vampire. Bela Lugosi. Nosferatu. Vlad the Impaler. Count Chocula . The urge to laugh seized her and she buried her face in her hands and cried instead. ↗

— Shelby Reed

#midnight-rose #shelby-reed #love