#than

I never feel more confident and comfortable than when I'm wearing a Tom Ford suit. ↗

— Matt Bomer

#confident #feel #ford #i #more

So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way-- listening to just one song, or watching one of my videos….Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that's real love. ↗

— Taylor Swift

#taylor-swift #thankfulness #love

I walked him down to the front door, and the Savannah air assaulted me as I opened the door. “This town was never the same without you.” He turned around and started his short walk home, disappearing into the black of the night. ↗

— Alexandria Rhodes

#more-than-you-know #home

Could you have possibly put more water between us? ↗

— Saundra Mitchell

#love #nathaniel-witherspoon #love

I didn't have a heart until I meet you. That smile is killin me too. I can't look away. Can I always stay? I can't look away. I need to stay. I didn't have a heart until I meet you. ↗

— Jenni James

#jenni-james #love #lyrics #northanger-alibi #tony-russo

People take love's continuity for granted, just as they take their body's continuity for granted. They don't realize that the best thing about love is its regular presence. ↗

— David Levithan

#every-day #love

You don't love hatred and evil, of course. You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves. That's what I mean by love. ↗

— Richard Bach

#richard-bach #love

Well, I suppose I could follow his advice. Are you hungry?” “Surprisingly enough, not at the moment.” “Will miracles never cease?” “Ha,” I said ↗

— Chloe Neill

#merit #twice-bitten #miracles

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#best #broken #fragments #glue #good

You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#firestorm #joanne #jonathan #dreams