#ten

May feel like you're falling', Tabby, but remember, I'm at the bottom ready to catch you. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#kristen-ashley #love #shy #love

These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us? ↗

— Tennessee Williams

#intensity #outgrow #survival #love

God damn it, don’t you do this. You have no idea how badly I want you right now. I’d love nothing more than to bury myself inside you, and feel you lose yourself around me as you scream my name; the very idea of fucking the woman I love, finally, after ten thousand years – of having you feel just what it is you mean to me – is so hard to bear I’m all but fallen at your feet. But I’ll be damned if it happens here of all places. I’m not going to screw you in Hell, Mary. I gave in and took your blood, and God knows you have the power to bring me to my knees, but when I love-fuck you, I want to do it in my home. So do you think you could humour me just a little longer?” She gaped at him. “Did you just say, ‘love-fuck’? ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#intense #intensity #love #lust #lustful

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#company #deepest #drowsy #electrified #feel

I still like to go to record stores, I like to just wander around and I'll buy whatever catches my attention. ↗

— Bruce Springsteen

#attention #buy #catches #go #i

Hatred never ceases with hatred, but with love alone is healed. ↗

— T. Scott McLeod

#enlightened #enlightening #enlightenment #love #transcendence

How much self-love comes in the guise of selfless devotion! ↗

— Susan Sontag

#pretense #self-love #selflessness #love

Il tuo calore è dolce mentre mi abbracci. ↗

— Stefano Benni

#love #tenerezza #love

I may have survived, but I am broken," I remind him sadly. "No, Sunny, you're just a bit battered. We both are. Or if we're broken, that's only when we're alone. But now we're together, baby! And together, we're both whole. ↗

— Olivia Lynde

#completeness #love #love

Sometimes, when it’s going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery. The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell. Emma is lost on anything less than 120gsm. ↗

— David Nicholls

#funny #stationary #writer #writing #written-word