#sing

Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #kissing #love #life

Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know he’s not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don’t know what to do with all this hurt right now. ↗

— Nina Guilbeau

#loneliness #loss #loss-quotes #lost-love #mourning

I love you." lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back. It's time. I feel it, I know it. My eyes on him, his on me, and both of us breathing, watching, tired of of waiting. Ky close his eyes, but mine are still open. what will it feel like, his lips on mine? Like a secret told, a promise kept? Like that line in the poem-a shower of all my days- silvery rain falling all around me, where the lighting meets the earth? The whistle blows below us and the moment breaks. We are safe. For now. ↗

— Ally Condie

#love #love

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden. ↗

— Claudia Gould

#missing-you #love

When you wish someone joy, you wish them peace, love, prosperity, happiness... all the good things. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#love

That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat... that's how it feels when you kiss me. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#kisses #kissing #love #lovers #relationships

...the wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ... ↗

— John Geddes

#missing-you #poetry-quote #purpose #the-wind #love

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#composing #creating #creative #jamie-weise #love

My whole body sank forward into his arms. His lips moved against mine, exploring my mouth so gently. I tried to mimic his movements--slowly, uncertainly, until I didn't have to think about it at all. It just felt right. He let out a soft moan at my reaction and cupped his hands behind my head, pulling me closer until I couldn't tell where my mouth ended and his began. A liquid sensation swooped throughout my stomach. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt and it kept growing, the vibrating heat expanding outward. I was surprised I was still able to stand. ↗

— Heather Anastasiu

#falling-in-love #in-love #kiss #kissing #love

Gran, for the gods' love, it's talk like yours that starts riots!" I said keeping my voice down. "Will you just put a stopper in it?" She looked at me and sighed. "Girl, do you ever take a breath and wonder if folk don't put out bait for you? To see if you'll bite? You'll never get a man if you don't relax." My dear old Gran. It's a wonder her children aren't every one of them as mad as priests, if she mangles their wits as she mangles mine. "Granny, "I told her, "this is dead serious. I can't relax, no more than any Dog. I'm not shopping for a man. That's the last thing I need. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#baiting #bickering #crazy #family-relationship #granddaughter