#tie

We speak now or I do, and others do. You've never spoken before. You will. You'll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal that hunts and a vessel on the sea and the sea and how we are fish in it, not like the man who swims weekly with fish but the fish with which he swims, the water, the pool. I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns. You have never spoken before. ↗

— China Miéville

#embassytown #language #lies-that-speak-truth #metaphors #similes

This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive and feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad. ↗

— Roman Payne

#cities-and-countries #devotion #fickle #fortune #heart

All the reasons you fell in love are still there, but perhaps buried under worries and responsibility. Find them again, then hang in there. Truly, the best is yet to come. ↗

— Laurie Paige

#patience #love

You just, barged in and flipped my entire world upside down,” he says, voice heated. “I didn’t know what to do. ↗

— Katie Klein

#jaden-mcentyre #katie-klein #love #parker-whalen #sweet

You remind me of a boy I used to know Same Smile, same easy, laid-back style And man, could he kiss Blew my mind the very first time His lips touched mine. You remind me You remind me of a boy I used to like. Same eyes, strong arms, same open mind And man, could he dance Arms around me, lost in a trance I'd hear his heart You remind me I'm scared of you How did you find me? Turn and walk away 'Cause you remind me You remind me of a boy I used to love Same laughter and tears, shared through the years And man, how he felt Made my bones more than melt He touched my soul. You remind me I'm scared of you How did you find me? Turn and walk away 'Cause you remind me ↗

— Malorie Blackman

#similarities #song-writing #love

You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love. ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#intimate #love #tietjens #love

Jessica..." The sound of his voice saying my name soothed me, and it's all I wanted to hear him say. Just my name, over and over and over again in his buttery baritone. I wanted my name to be his mantra, the word he meditated on, his tool for finding calm in the world. But he kept on talking. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#jessica-darling #love #marcus-flutie #love

From this point on in our lives, she had whispered to him earlier, we will either find or lose our souls. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#love #michael-ondaatje #romance #the-english-patient #war

He was grotesque, really. But joy radiated from his homespuns when you walked beside him. It welled out; it enveloped you. ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #love

What did you do on Armistice Night? My beloved is mine and I am his! ↗

— Ford Madox Ford

#tietjens #valentine-wannop #love