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Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again. ↗

— Carol Rifka Brunt

#love #love-hurts #unrequited-love #love

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-lightwood #love

She talked about wanting to be a part of something, wanting to be desired, to be 'special', craving to be loved. She talked about experiencing the kind of loneliness so immense it could swallow you up. She called it 'loneliness that crowds couldn't cure'. ↗

— Cupcake Brown

#cupcake-brown #loneliness #love #love

That's the trouble with having the whole world love you. One day, you wake up and it's flirting with your best friend instead. And you don't know what to do. You're thrown. ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#shopaholic #world #love

The passion I feel for you is more than you’re prepared for. - Eric ↗

— Kailin Gow

#love #paranormal-romance #phantom-of-the-opera #love

Why is it so hard to articulate love yet so easy to express disappointment? ↗

— Kaui Hart Hemmings

#disappointment #love #love

Izzy," said Jace, as they neared the pond, and she jumped up and spun around. Her smile was dazzling. "Jace!" She flew at him and hugged him. Now that was the way sisters were supposed to act, Clary thought. Not all stiff and weird and peculiar, but happy and loving. Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression. "Are you all right?" Simon asked, with some concern. "Your eyes are crossing." "I'm fine." Clary abandoned the attempt. "Are you sure? You looked sort of… contorted. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #simon-lewis #love

You have to live each hour as if it's your last and each day as if you were immortal. - Kate Sheffield ↗

— Julia Quinn

#love #love

She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful. ↗

— Sarah Dunn

#love

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue. Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each lettter. Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips. A name I won’t throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought. And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form….. carries too much meaning for my capricious heart. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#love #love-story #memories #names #passion