#rush

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on? ↗

— Bram Stoker

#love #love

I'm not going to make a big deal about a few tummy flutters because...dead people, old people, even furniture would get butterflies if they met this guy. ↗

— Anne Eliot

#crush #love #love

To live for the hope of something isn’t really living at all, and so, like a child putting away its toys and picking up a tool, he marched to Lyca’s bathroom, to shower off the stench of failure, soap up the death of hope, then wash away the ashes of his love for Daphne. ↗

— Mark A. Rayner

#ashes #child #crush #death #fail

If we were watching a show for two hours I would go if it meant being with her. ↗

— Marisa Calin

#crush #love #love

My love, I’d volunteer to live a thousand lives if I got to spend any part of them with you. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #devil #jack

I feel love is like a cigarette –you know it is not good for you but by the time you realize, you are so addicted to it that you can't leave it. ↗

— Shreya Gupta

#lovers #love

This isn't a crush, it's obsession.You are never not in my thoughts. Your scent carries across a room and paralyzes me with longing. I don't want to hold your hand. Part of me wants to set you on fire and hold you while the flame consumes us both, to eat your heart so I know that only I possess it entirely. ↗

— Gwen Hayes

#love #obsession #love

I grab my bag and open the door, trying to ignore him. But ignoring Gray Porter is like ignoring an elephant in a tutu. A really hot elephant-in a very manly tutu. ↗

— Anne Eliot

#crush #gray #jess #love #love

She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite! ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#satan

What do you think is my favourite book? Just now, I mean; I change every three days. "Wuthering Heights." Emily Bronte was quite young when she wrote it, and had never been outside of Haworth churchyard. She had never known any men in her life; how could she imagine a man like Heathcliffe? I couldn't do it, and I'm quite young and never outside the John Grier Asylum - I've had every chance in the world. Sometimes a dreadful fear comes over me that I'm not a genius. Will you be awfully disappointed, Daddy, if I don't turn out to be a great author? ↗

— Jean Webster

#jerusha-abbott #writing #wuthering-heights #change