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Estoy confundido. No consigo leer tus señales. Unas veces si, otras no. Dices que me quieres, pero dices que no quieres. Si te decidieras, sería fantástico, pero me estás haciendo pensar una cosa y, a continuación, al final acabas yendo en una dirección completamente diferente. No sólo ahora, todo el tiempo. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #spanish #love

Halfway back up the hillside, Cecilia reached behind her, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Brian to lean forward to take her hand. ↗

— T. Davis Bunn

#love #romance #the-book-of-hours #love

Seattle is for people who love culture, but refuse to sacrifice their wild nature to attain it. ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#culture-identity #seattle #truth #love

Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that drips from my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and it throbs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls on the paper. ↗

— Ritter von Leopold Sacher-Masoch

#love #pain #venus #love

There is no mistaking a good book when one meets it. It is like falling in love. ↗

— Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

#love

Never wish life were easier, wish that you were better. ↗

— Jim Rohn

#inspirational

And they got blackout drunk one night and it just happened. It was basically an accident, and he gave me the most sincere and moving confession of all time, swore to God he loved me so much and would do anything to convince me, blah blah blah, but it didn’t matter, I kept thinking about it and running it through my head and just burning with it. I cried every night for weeks. Practically wore the binary off all my saddest Mp3s. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#love

Can I kiss you?” And she would let him, lightly on her lips, a moment of brief anticipation. “Your kisses are like sugar woman.” He would tell her affectionately. “So sweet.” He would close in on her and then ask softly, “Please spend the night with me. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#couples #kiss #kisses #kissing #love

It’s like I’m trying to keep the bad away with one hand while holding on to the good with the other, and it just doesn’t work. It’s stupid. I need both hands. So I guess I just have to spread out my arms and accept the bad with the good. ↗

— Andrea Lochen

#good #love #open-arms #repear #year

The feeling of not being understood and of not understanding the world is no mere accompaniment of first passion, but its sole non-accidental cause. And the passion itself is a panic-stricken flight in which being together with the other means only a doubled solitude. ↗

— Robert Musil

#love #love