#tim

When you heart and soul are in it, making love is not just special, Maryah-- it's magical. ↗

— Karen Amanda Hooper

#love

Can the future hsitory of the world be so fragile that it will not allow two high school teachers to meet and fall in love? To marry, to dance to Beatles tunes like "I Want to Hold Your Hand," and live unremarkable lives? ↗

— Stephen King

#love

Миналото е въпрос на тълкуване. Бъдещето е илюзия. Светът не се движи като по права черта през времето и не върви от миналото към бъдещето. Обратното, времето се движи на безкрайни спирали през и вътре в нас. Вечността не е безкрайно време, тя е безвремие. Ако искаш да постигнеш вечно просветление, премахни от съзнанието си миналото и бъдещето и живей в настоящия миг. ↗

— Elif Shafak

#future #life #past #time #life

[I]st nicht die Zeit wie die Liebe, ungeteilt und ungezügelt? ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#time #love

But those eyes, those big green eyes of hers, they bore right into me with crippling force. She wanted it too much; the space Tommy had left in her, she wanted me to fill it. And I couldn't. She looked too young and too scared. almost like she didn't really want it either, she just needed it. I couldn't stick it in and fuck her pain away. I did not know how to fuck at all, let alone as therapy. ↗

— Brendan Cowell

#sex #teenage-love #love

What is it about intimacy that makes it so very disturbing? ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#life #love #life

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#gaze #intensity #intimidating #love #overwhelming

Linc was so amazed at what he saw and heard, “This is sooo cool. I love this place. This looks way better than a day spotting weird people at Walmart. ↗

— S.W. Lothian

#adventure #fantasy #humour #magic #middle-grade

They are embossed on every song that was a hit that summer, in every novel I read during and after his stay, on anything from the smell of rosemary on hot days to the frantic rattle of the cicadas in the afternoon—smells and sounds I’d grown up with and known every year of my life until then but that had suddenly turned on me and acquired an inflection forever colored by the events of that summer. ↗

— André Aciman

#memory #summertime #love

The truth is that the fever of desire in youth is fleeting disease that intimacy promptly cure. ↗

— Frank Harris

#intimacy #youth #love