#th

Bo podía darle lo que ella quería. No cuando..." Dio algunos pasos en mi dirección. "No cuando mi corazón pertenece a otra persona ↗

— Richelle Mead

#love #rose-hathaway #spanish #love

Estoy confundido. No consigo leer tus señales. Unas veces si, otras no. Dices que me quieres, pero dices que no quieres. Si te decidieras, sería fantástico, pero me estás haciendo pensar una cosa y, a continuación, al final acabas yendo en una dirección completamente diferente. No sólo ahora, todo el tiempo. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #spanish #love

Halfway back up the hillside, Cecilia reached behind her, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Brian to lean forward to take her hand. ↗

— T. Davis Bunn

#love #romance #the-book-of-hours #love

Seattle is for people who love culture, but refuse to sacrifice their wild nature to attain it. ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#culture-identity #seattle #truth #love

Hearts In Me If I look to the world with hearts in my eyes Then surely I’ll be intrigued and inspired. If I touch the world with hearts in my hands Then surely I’ll learn how to understand. If I listen to the world with hearts in my ears Then surely I’ll truly be able to hear. If I speak with the world with hearts in my mouth Then surely I’ll be kind and gentle enough. If I think of the world with hearts in my mind Then surely I’ll be awake to all life. If I reach for the world with hearts in my palms Then surely its love will flow through my arms ↗

— Jay Woodman

#eyes #flow #gentle #hands #hear

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer- big recordings of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like concert- pick the snow? ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love #love-it #summer #warmth #winter

Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunday, Robert sat on his bed in the old hotel at Bailleul and read what Rodwell had written. To my daughter, Laurine; Love your mother. Make your prayers against despair. I am alive in everything I touch. Touch these pages and you have me in your fingertips. We survive in one another. Everything lives forever. Believe it. Nothing dies. I am your father always. ↗

— Timothy Findley

#love

A Short Testament Whatever harm I may have done In all my life in all your wide creation If I cannot repair it I beg you to repair it, And then there are all the wounded The poor the deaf the lonely and the old Whom I have roughly dismissed As if I were not one of them. Where I have wronged them by it And cannot make amends I ask you To comfort them to overflowing, And where there are lives I may have withered around me, Or lives of strangers far or near That I've destroyed in blind complicity, And if I cannot find them Or have no way to serve them, Remember them. I beg you to remember them When winter is over And all your unimaginable promises Burst into song on death's bare branches. ↗

— Anne Porter

#god #life #poetry #death

Maybe that's what praying is all about. Maybe it's not just asking God to forgive us for bad things or asking Him for good things. Maybe it's just the act of praying and feeling that there's someone up there listening that makes us feel better and less helpless. ↗

— Sarah Darer Littman

#faith

…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott #faith