#tin

You don’t annoy me.” Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. “I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot’s been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?” “Yes. I make your feet tingle.” A smile came to his lips. “Among other things. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#romance #tingling #humor

Parenting is really just a matter of tracking, of hoping your kids do not get so far ahead you can no longer see their next moves. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#parenting #love

I never met a word I didn't love ↗

— Gail Carson Levine

#words #writing #love

i worried he'd let go, but he didn't. We held hands like this the whole rest of the way home. ↗

— Jenny Han

#lovely #wonderful #love

That was the real secret of the Tarahumara: they'd never forgotten what it felt like to love running. They remembered that running was mankind's first fine art, our original act of inspired creation. Way before we were scratching pictures on caves or beating rhythms on hollow trees, we were perfecting the art of combining our breath and mind and muscles into fluid self-propulsion over wild terrain. And when our ancestors finally did make their first cave paintings, what were the first designs? A downward slash, lightning bolts through the bottom and middle--behold, the Running Man. Distance running was revered because it was indispensable; it was the way we survived and thrived and spread across the planet. You ran to eat and to avoid being eaten; you ran to find a mate and impress her, and with her you ran off to start a new life together. You had to love running, or you wouldn't live to love anything else. And like everyhing else we ove--everything we sentimentally call our 'passions' and 'desires' it's really an encoded ancestral necessity. We were born to run; we were born because we run. We're all Running People, as the Tarahumara have always known. ↗

— Christopher McDougall

#non-fiction #passion #running #art

In all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other. ↗

— Carl Sagan

#humanity #loneliness #love #space #love

She stopped and looked at him when she heard a low growl. "You've kissed someone?" Sally tried to hold back the snort of laughter that bubble out. "Of course. I'm eighteen, Costin. Only having kissed one guy by eighteen is pretty darn conservative." "I don't want to know about this guy," Costin frowned. "He won't hold a candle to my kisses anyway. ↗

— Quinn Loftis

#humour #kisses #love #sally #love

We must cease striving and trust God to provide what He thinks is best and in whatever time He chooses to make it available. But this kind of trusting doesn't come naturally. It's a spiritual crisis of the will in which we must choose to exercise faith. ↗

— Charles R. Swindoll

#god #trusting-god #faith

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#kacey-cleary #love #sweet #ten-tiny-breaths #trent-emerson

You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#love #pick-up-line #love