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I loved Ian in the now, the way he looked at me, how he made my stomach swim, how he held my hair when I was puking my guts up after eating a bad enchilada. That’s love. ↗

— J.A. Redmerski

#love #sick #the-edge-of-never #love

I am not afraid to die; I am only afraid of saying goodbye to you forever. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#dying #fear #goodbye #hope #illness

You cannot know what light is if you have not experienced darkness. How could you know what happiness feels like if you know not what it means to be sad? Right does not exist without wrong Hate exists because there is love. You are either driven by fear or love. To love is not to fear. It is to be godly. ↗

— Carlyle Labuschagne

#the-broken-destiny #young-adult #love

Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#goddess #love #poetry #seduction #the-seducer-s-diary

As long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other. Indeed, he who sows the seeds of murder and pain cannot reap the joy of love. ↗

— Pythagoras

#massacre #thought-provoking #love

He was done with politics and intrigue. He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her. No, if they tried to take her from him, he'd rip the world apart with his bare hands. And for some reason, that didn't terrify him. ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

#throne-of-glass #love

You may wish to capture a wild thing as you covet their unbreakable spirit, but as much as you may wish to tame a wild thing, a wild thing, who may grow to love you, will always resist and will do anything, at any cost, even if it means hurting you, to break free. Be careful when playing with a wild thing. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#spirited #wild #wild-thing #love

She, at least, ought to have known that he was wearing a mask, and having found that out, she should have torn it from his face, whenever they were alone together....Her love for him had been paltry and weak, easily crushed by her own pride ↗

— Emmuska Orczy

#love

She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. “You talk of your pain? You cannot even begin to understand the sacrifice I have made. I gave away a piece of myself, my soul! But I did it out of love, never think otherwise. I made the choice to live my life without her because I knew in my heart she would be better off without me and I could not bear to know that a life created out of such perfect love would be forced to live with the ugly truth of her birth. I thought,” she sobbed, breaking down before him. “I thought…I did the right thing. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#anais #charlotte-featherstone #lindsay #life

I'd always admired writers. I'd always loved words on a page. Somehow, words seemed to bypass image and get straight to the heart of things. Somehow, words seemed big enough to contain pain, and sentences could pull broken bits together. ↗

— Rosie O'Donnell

#books #literature #words #love