#th

Looking after a very sick child was the Olympics of parenting. ↗

— Chris Cleave

#caring-for-others #caring-loved-one #illness #parenting #sacrifice

She leaned forward, her gaze so intense that Helen wanted to look away. “And I love him more for it. Do you hear me? He was a good man when he went away to the Colonies. He came back an extraordinary man. So many think that bravery is a single act of valor in a field of battle—no forethought, no contemplation of the consequences. An act over in a second or a minute or two at most. What my brother has done, is doing now, is to live with his burden for years. He knows that he will spend the rest of his life with it. And he soldiers on.” She sat back in her chair, her gaze still locked with Helen’s. “That to my mind is what real bravery is.” -Sophia to Helen about Alistair. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#elizabeth-hoyt #helen #sophia #to-beguile-a-beast #life

But just for a minute. I won't be gone long and if she wakes up before I get back tell her that I love her. ↗

— Amanda Stephan

#love #loving #romance #romantic-suspense #the-price-of-trust

Oh. A bigger studio. It dawns on me, stupid me, that Henry could win the lottery at any time at all; that he has never bothered to do so because it's not normal; that he has decided to set aside his fanatical dedication to living like a normal person so I can have a studio big enough to roller-skate across; that I am being an ingrate. "Clare? Earth to Clare..." "Thank you," I say, too abruptly. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#love #selflessness #thanks #love

When I took the pills, I wanted to kill someone I hated. I didn't know that other Veronikas existed inside me, Veronikas that I could love. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#decide #die #existence #hate #hospital

I'm looking for a writer who doesn't know where the sentence is leading her; a writer who starts with her obsessions and whose heart is bursting with love, a writer sly enough to give the slip to her secret police, the ones who know her so well, the ones with the power to accuse and condemn in the blink of an eye. It's all right that she doesn't know what she's thinking until she writes it, as if the words already exist somewhere and draw her to them. She may not know how she got there, but she knows when she's arrived. ↗

— Sy Safransky

#love

It takes a great deal of Christianity to wipe out uncivilised Eastern instincts, such as falling in love at first sight. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#love

I fly through memory to find a newborn love. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#find #finding-love-love #flying #literature #literature-quotes

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#on-the-jellicoe-road #love

As for fame, fame felt like nothing. Fame was not a sensation like love or hunger or loneliness, welling from within and invisible to the outside eye. It was rather entirely external, coming from the minds of others. It existed in the way people looked at him or behaved towards him. In that, being famous was no different from being gay, or Jewish, or from a visible minority: you are who you are, and then people project onto you some notion they have. ↗

— Yann Martel

#love