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The problem with escaping is that we leave behind us, even among those we love, different versions of the truth and everything we couldn’t bring ourselves to say. —Frederick Weisel, Teller: A Novel ↗

— Frederick Weisel

#frederick-weisel #love #teller #truth #weisel

Reshuffllng of thoughts - facilitates a refreshed perspective to a mental deadlock! ↗

— Deeba Salim Irfan

#fiction-novel #loss #love #love-hurts #tears

It's not that you should never love something so much it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled It's not a weakness- It's your best strength- ... I know it in my heart- Right now- Todd Hewitt- There's nothing we can't do together- And we're gonna win- ↗

— Patrick Ness

#the-ask-and-the-answer #love

..there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe this point between liking you and loving you, but i need that word. I need it because I need you to hear me say it. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #love

...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain... ↗

— John Geddes

#healing #love #peace #rain #love

In the end, we return to the question, just how much do you love truth? Do you really love truth or are you just curious? Do you love it enough to rebuild your understanding to conform to a reality that doesn’t fit your current beliefs, and doesn’t feel 120% happy? Do you love truth enough to continue seeking even when it hurts, when it reveals aspects of yourself (or human society, or the universe) that are shocking, complex and disturbing, or humbling, glorious and amazing – or even, when truth is far beyond human mind itself? Just how much do we love truth? It’s a good question to ask ourselves, I think. ↗

— Scott Mandelker

#love

I love you,” he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. “I love you.” She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn’t remember who he was—who she was. She lost her mind. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#isabel #thief-of-shadows #winter #love

Love is real and real love lasts. I used to feel sorry for people who didn't believe in it--the people who were lonely with someone else or lonely along. For awhile I was was one of the lucky ones. ↗

— C.K. Kelly Martin

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You rescued me when I thought nobody would. When I thought I wasn't worth the effort. You gave me everything and asked for nothing.' She pressed her face to mine. 'If this is love on the other side of the rescue, then I want to live it. With you. But,' She shook her head. 'But if you give you to me, then'- she placed her palm flat across my chest -'come heavy ↗

— Charles Martin

#love #rescue #tyler-steele #love

Stories are thick with meanings. You can fall in love with a story for what you think it says, but you can't know for certain where it will lead your listeners. If you're telling a tale to teach children to be generous, they may fix instead on the part where your hero hides in an olive jar, then spend the whole next day fighting about who gets to try it first. People take what they need from the stories they hear. The tale is often wiser than the teller. ↗

— Susan Fletcher

#story-telling #love