#tin

Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne) ↗

— Kimberly Brockman

#angels-and-demons #fantasy-romance #haunting #love-story #paranormal-romance

Loving isn't about selecting only the good parts. It's about taking the whole and loving the lot. ↗

— Santa Montefiore

#accepting #love #love-story #lovers #loving

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#flapper #flirting #gatsby #kiss #kissing

Pure, unadulterated, consistent love for God and pure, unadulterated, consistent love for others is the summation of all the law God has given us in both the Old and New Testaments. Of course, the problem is that we never obey these simple commands. We always love ourselves more than we love God or others. We are always erecting idols in our hearts and worshipping and serving them. We are always more focused on what we want and how we might get it than we are on loving Him and laying down our life for others. The law does show us the right way to live, but none of us obeys it. Not for one millisecond. Even though our children cannot and will not obey God's law, we need to teach it to them again and again. And when they tell us that they can't love God or others in this way, we are not to argue with them. We are to agree with them and tell them of their need for a Savior. ↗

— Elyse Fitzpatrick

#parenting #life

The baby understands that its mother loves it. [...] Words have their origin in baby talk, so words have their origin in love. ↗

— Yasunari Kawabata

#words #writiting #love

It wasn't premeditated. It was what needed to be done. So I did it. ↗

— Milly Silver

#exciting #fantasy #milly-silver #sci-fi #ya-action-adventure

In Poetry class, Professor Sappho teaches us how to compose love ballads. She's a swell teacher and all but I'm not sure I understand her. She's always going on and on about her weekend trips with the other goddesses to the island of Lesbos. ↗

— Tai Odunsi

#greek-mythology #humor #valentines-day #love

Daddy, are you going to yell at us some more today?' Neary gazed down into her clear, guileless eyes. That was how he looked to her---a yelling machine. And she was prepared to accept more yelling because she loved him. ↗

— Steven Spielberg

#love

Try any goddam thing you like, no matter how boringly normal or outrageous. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, toss it. Toss it even if you love it. ↗

— Stephen King

#love

They couldn't talk. They were not good talkers, either of them. And once, long ago now, she had bought a notebook for a course. It lay empty and forgotten on the kitchen table until one afternoon, when she had gone out to the shops and he was worried that she would be killed by a bus or by lightning, he opened the notebook and he wrote lines about how he loved her, the way he loved her, about his fucking heart and crap like that, about his body brimful and his scrambled head. All that. She came back from the shops. He left the notebook where it was, and he didn't mention it. And it wasn't until about a week later that he noticed it again, and he flicked it open, and he saw his lines followed by lines from her. She'd written words that she had never said. He sat down. He read them over and over for a long time. Then he wrote a paragraph for her to find. ↗

— Keith Ridgway

#love #writing #love