#tea

Hell is the inability to love. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

#love #teachings #love

Every year I teach dozens of students at the University of Birmingham. Most of the students on the gender and sexuality courses are women. I guess this is because the boys don't think that gender applies to them: that it's a subject for girls. ↗

— Louise Brown

#because #birmingham #courses #dozens #every

Faster's always better, but you have to mind those curves. They're wicked. They can kill a man in a heartbeat. ↗

— J.C. Reed

#lust #romance #sex #steamy #love

But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry. ↗

— Linda Howard

#steamy-heat-of-summer #life

How does he do that? No matter how stupid I act or feel, all he has to do is smile that perfect smile and it erases everything. ↗

— Jennifer Murgia

#love #teagan-and-garreth #love

I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#baby #desire #heartache #let-me-love-you-noah #love

I still want to feel you against me.” Her gaze dropped to his hands. “I want you to stay with me. Hold me. Just tonight. If I lose you again tomorrow then it will still be worth it. I will lose you a hundred times, if you would but hold me in your arms each time before my loss.” She saw his eyes water, but no tears emerged... ↗

— B.C. Morin

#love #pain #tears #love

Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears? ↗

— Anne Brontë

#hope #love #pain #tears #love

You're letting me go?" He curled his upper lip, his expression painfully bitter as he took a step back from me. "Apparently... I never had a hold of you." He turned sharply, and without another word striding down the street into the dark. Braden never once looked back and that was a good thing. If he had, he'd have seen Jocelyn Butler crying real tears for the first time in a long time, and he would have known that I'd lied. And lied big. For anyone who saw me, knew they were watching a heart in the process of it breaking. ↗

— Samantha Young

#cry #heart #love #sad #tears

The usual for me." The usual was a strong infusion of different kinds of Oriental teas, which raised her spirits after her siesta. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#tea #love