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Love, I find, is like singing.


Zora Neale Hurston


#singing #love

Falling down ain't falling down, If you don't cry when you hit the floor, It's called the past cause I'm getting past, And I ain't nothing like I was before, You ought to see me now


Alicia Keys


#lessinlearned #love #love

I missed you so much," she breathed. I tilted my head back and put my hands on her shoulders. I could hardly believe this was happening. I was finally getting to touch her. To kiss her. It was all happening. "I missed you, too.


Kieran Scott


#couples #love #missing-you #relationships #love

Stupid kissing. Stupid roaming hands. Stupid boys.


Jessica Park


#desire #hands #kissing #stupid #love

And we were kissing like drowning people breathe-- like suddenly we'd discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.


Morgan Matson


#kissing #love #romance #love

Don't fall in love rise with it


Amit Abraham


#love #rising #love

No fair maiden should die alone" he said, putting a hand on hers. "Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?" She snatched her hand back. 'How about the story of the idiotic prince who won't leave the assassin alone?" "Oh! I love that story! It has such a happy ending too- why, the assassin was really feigning her illness in order to get the prince's attention! Who would have guessed it? Such a clever girl. And the bedroom scene is so lovely- it's worth reading through all of their ceaseless banter!


Sarah J. Maas


#love

I was Amazement--I was Desire--I was Ecstasy and Rapture and the slightest bit of Greed.


Sharon Shinn


#love #love

Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.


Faraaz Kazi


#love #lovers #missing-you #love

When I was a boy my grandfather died, and he was a sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give the world, and he helped clean up the slum in our town; and he made toys for us and he did a million things in his lifetime; he was always busy with his hands. And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for all the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I've never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands. He shaped the world. He DID things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.


Ray Bradbury


#business






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