#t

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air. ↗

— Holly Black

#faery #ocean #sea #water #love

She didn't need to understand the meaning of life; it was enough to find someone who did, and then fall asleep in his arms and sleep as a child sleeps, knowing that someone stronger than you is protecting you from all evil and all danger ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#protection #support #life

A masterpiece... may be unwelcome but it is never dull. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#masterpiece #may #never #unwelcome

You can die of a broken heart -- it's scientific fact -- and my heart has been breaking since that very first day we met. I can feel it now, aching deep behind my rib cage the way it does every time we're together, beating a desperate rhythm: Love me. Love me. Love me. ↗

— Abby McDonald

#love

It occurred to me that my cheek was probably right over his tattoo. Without thinking, I lifted my face and tugged at the neckline of his T-shirt. This time, the stark black-and-gold mark wasn't hidden. No need for that spell anymore, I guess. Still, I covered it with my palm. Archer's hands clutched reflexively on my waist. Our eyes met. "It doesn't burn this time," I whispered. His breathing was ragged. "Beg to differ, Mercer. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#hex-hall #love #relationship #tattoo #love

True love doesn't need proof. The eyes told what heart felt. ↗

— Toba Beta

#heart #proof #true-love #love

Certainly, Gandhi is not inferior to Christ in goodness and sanctity, and he surpasses him in touching humility. Gandhi is the prophet of hope in this age of pessimism and disillusionment. He is a promise of sanity in the madness induced by our world's heedless drinking at the fount of war. ↗

— Sudhir Kakar

#age

Choice or no, my heart is his. ↗

— Beth Revis

#hearts #love #love

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray. ↗

— Rumi

#guidance #inclination #occupations #preferences #pull

When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#heart #jamie-weise #love #lovers #missing