#sca

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all the scars will have scars and that is all I will be, one big scar of a love gone wrong. ↗

— Amanda Grace

#ann-and-connor #but-i-love-him #love-gone-wrong #scar #love

He grinned, though his face was strained. “That’s it, love. Use me to make yerself feel good. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #love

She saw in his eyes defeat of her wild dreams, her mad desires. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#scarlett-o-hara #dreams

I must be getting back to my rooms,” Silence said and stood. Mick frowned with displeasure. “Why?” “Because of Mary Darling.” He shrugged. “One o’ the maids is watchin’ her.” “But if Mary wakes she’ll want me.” “Why?” he asked again, biting into a sweetmeat. This discussion wasn’t to his fancy, but sparring with her was. “Because,” she said slowly, looking at him as if he were lack-witted, “she’s only a baby and she loves me.” “Babies,” Mick pronounced, “are a great trouble.” She shook her head, not bothering to reply this time, and started marching to the door. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #love

I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself do not interest me. The have not got the charm of novelty. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love

Certainly one of the more common experiences in the jazz field is discovering someone new. Improvising musicians are capable of being musical travelers, voyagers. We want to join in on whatever we hear. There is a freedom to wander the musical landscape. ↗

— Gary Burton

#capable #certainly #common #discovering #experiences

Before I die, I want to at least have saved Cascade. Once all the crowns are found, then I will tell her. I want something good to die for. . . to make it beautiful to live. ↗

— Stacey T. Hunt

#beauty #cascade #crown #crowns #death

Destroy! destroy! destroy! hums the under-consciousness. Love and produce! Love and produce! cackles the upper consciousness. And the world hears only the Love-and- produce cackle. Refuses to hear the hum of destruction under- neath. Until such time as it will have to hear. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#nathaniel-hawthorne #scarlet-letter #love

When I was a child and teenager I read whenever I had the opportunity, but since then I've found it hard to read as much as I'd like, children, work, and pets all providing powerful incentives to escape into a book and a practical reason why I rarely do so. ↗

— Louise Brown

#child #children #escape #found #had

You don't think I could bring myself to mark your lovely skin? I'll take my knife to you, if that's the case. I'll carve my name in your breast so that every beat of your heart will remind you that you are mine—and mine alone. Because blood is binding, and because I would rather see you destroyed than see you free or in the possession of another, so I suggest you not try me, or you will suffer as no earthly creature has.” He slammed her back against the wall. “Or ever will. But that is a suggestion, and one you are free to disregard at your own peril. But you are are going to answer my question. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#dark #disturbing #horror #ownership #possessive