#she

Peter.' It was the first time I had used his name. 'You heard me sing tonight, did you not?' 'Yes, love.' The endearment took my breath away - made me forget what I meant to say. I stood there with but one thought: He must care about me. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#love #lovely #mary-bennet #peter-bushell #pride-and-prejudice

Y con ánimo sombrío pensó en que aún estaba muy lejos de llegar a algo con una chica si sólo pretendía idolatrarla y después morir noblemente por ella. ↗

— Thomas Brussig

#humor #love #love

I lost the letter in rather embarrassing circumstances. We were to dine at Parramatta Government House that same evening, and Peter had come in early from harvesting the wheat, sitting down in all his dirt to read the precious missive. I sat beside him, fresh from my bath. And so handsome did my husband look, long legs sprawled in Dungaree trousers and frowning over my father's spiky hand, that I could not resist reaching out to smooth away the frown. He caught my hand to his lips, still reading, and then chancing to look up, and reading my face more swiftly than he would ever read the written word, pulled me onto his lap. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#jennifer-paynter #love #mary-bennet #peter-bushell #pride-and-prejudice

But look behind you, Mary.' She nodded towards the dais. 'One of the musicians seems to be trying to attract your attention.' It was Peter. He was standing on the dais smiling across at me. My delight at seeing him was such that I could not disguise it - did not try to disguise it. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#expectation #happiness #jane-austen #love #peter-bushell

I found I could listen without envy to Letty's singing, and afterwards when the applause came, I did not mind that Mrs Knowles was heaping praises upon her. Peter's hands were on my chair, and when I leaned back I could feel them against my shoulders. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love #loyalty #mary-bennet

His smile wavers. I've been looking at him too long. 'Are you OK?' he says. I nod, take a deep breath. Then I lean over and kiss him. ↗

— Emma Pass

#happy #jenna-strong #kiss #love #max-fisher

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#children #marriage #marriage

A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he's finished. ↗

— Zsa Zsa Gabor

#finished #incomplete #love #love is #man

The Castle. He’d seen this expression far too many times during their marriage. The Castle was Bryony drawing up the gates and retreating deep into the inner keep. And he’d always hated it. Marriage meant that you shared your goddamn castle. You didn’t leave your poor knight of a husband circling the walls trying to find a way in. ↗

— Sherry Thomas

#knight #leo #sherry-thomas #marriage

How do I feel today? I feel as unfit as an unfiddle, And it is the result of a certain turbulence in the mind and an uncertain burbulence in the middle. What was it, anyway, that angry thing that flew at me? I am unused to banshees crying Boo at me. Your wife can’t be a banshee— Or can she? ↗

— Ogden Nash

#drinking #hangover #marriage #poetry #relationships