#ss

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch. What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#empathy #love #love

It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again, he might stay broken forever. ↗

— Paula McLain

#love

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself, Love possesses not nor would it be possessed: For love is sufficient unto love. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#possessiveness #love

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#kisses #love #love

ينبغي ألا نندم على حبٍ أو احساس عشناهُ يومًا بكل الصدق، فسوفَ تكشفُ لنا الأيامُ أن ما بقى داخلنا من مشاعر الحب كان أجمل و أبقى مما في أعماقِ انسانٍ تخلّى عنا او غدرَ بنا، لأن الذي يصنعُ الفضيلة لا يندمُ عليها، والذي يرسمُ خطوطَ الجمال لا يعنيه أبدًا أن يرسم غيره أشكالَ القبح. ↗

— فاروق جويدة

#honesty #love #love

Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tenderness #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

You can't make your kids do anything. All you can do is make them wish they had. And then, they will make you wish you hadn't made them wish they had. ↗

— Marshall B. Rosenberg

#compassion #discipline #love #parenting #love

I felt betrayed and absolutely livid, but my body wasn’t smart enough to know it. It had liked the feel of his hands, wanted more of it, wanted it now. It was almost like there were two of me, one who heartily approved of the mage and one who would have dearly loved to see him dead. ↗

— Karen Chance

#cassie #pritkin #love

No one really needs me,” he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice...“I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love #peeta #love