#stance

A week feels like a year when you’re seventeen and in love. A twenty minute drive might as well be an ocean. But we were together again and the whole world was rejoicing, even the gravel crunched melodiously under our feet as we danced onward through the night. ↗

— Chloe Rattray

#happiness #love #summer #love

I don't cry because we've been separated by distance, and for a matter of years. Why? Because for as long as we share the same sky and breathe the same air, we're still together. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#long-distance-love #long-distance-relationships #love

... I know we loved each other, but distance can do strange things to people and before I was willing to tell you about it, I wanted to be certain that it would last... -Adrienne (on telling her daughter about Paul) ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#love

The back windows looked out over the fields, then the Atlantic, maybe a hundred yards away. Actually, I'm just making that bit up. I had no idea how far away the sea was. Only men could do things like that. "Half a mile." "Fifty yards." Giving directions, that sort of thing. I could look at a woman and say "Thirty-six C." Or "Let's try it in the next size up." But I had no idea how far away Tim's sea was except that I wouldn't want to walk to it in high heels. ↗

— Marian Keyes

#men #women #men

If he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#substance-abuse #money

Epicurus said you should live for pleasure - adding that nothing brings more pleasure than a little sun and a glass of water. It is on this principle that our conjugal existence has rested for three years, devoted to making love, reading, eating excellent meals, spending a few days in a nice hotel by the sea, visiting out friends (not very many, all without children), going to concerts and movies, sleeping, cultivating our garden. ↗

— Benoît Duteurtre

#existance #life #love #pleasure #life

Mr. Benedict: "After I woke up and composed myself, however, I realized the flowers must certainly be yours, Constance, to do with as you please. At any rate -- " Mr.Benedict broke off, for just then Constance jumped to her feet, snatched the bouquet from his desk, and hurled it into the wastebasket with all the force she could muster -- so hard that flower petals flew up out of the wastebasket like tiny pink butterflies. Then placing her hands against the wall to steady herself, she stomped one foot repeatedly into the wastebasket as if trying to put out a fire. "I see we are of the same opinion," said Mr. Benedict as Constance returned to her seat, and the others congratulated her on her judgment. ↗

— Trenton Lee Stewart

#constance #hilarious #judgment

The second you think a situation is hopeless, it suddenly loses all meaning. A situation is just a case, condition, or state of affairs. It only becomes hopeless when you need to define an explanation. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#definition #excuses #hopelessness #meaning #situation

Don't start that again. It's not my fault you don't have any masculine aprons." "That's because aprons aren't masculine, genius." "Don't make me have you for dinner, princess." "Whatever, Betty Crocker. Knock yourself out. ↗

— Rachael Wade

#paranormal-romance #the-resistance-trilogy #paranormal

Sometimes you have to tell a a bunch of lies to get at the truth. ↗

— Stella Atrium

#writing-craft #writing-craft