#to

Just don’t promise her the moon. She simply isn’t the type that would buy such a story. She only cares about love and nothing else. Can you tell her you love her? ↗

— Natalie Ansard

#love-novel #love-quotes #love-story #love

I'm just trying to spare you hurt. Her love for Konrad is like the foundation of the earth." "The earth sometimes shifts. ↗

— Kenneth Oppel

#victor #love

Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt that the sun doth move Doubt truth to be a liar But never doubt that I love...I love thee best, O most best, believe it. ↗

— Amy Bartol and William Shakespeare

#love

—And you completely blow me away and rip my world up and everything else, and then you go back to ignoring me.” “I blew you away?” I squeak out before I can stop myself. He stares at me steadily. “You blew everything away. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love-story #romance #love

Jace and I had been like that, two towers, soaring through the sky side by side, looking and feeling indestructible while we were together. ↗

— Natalie Valdes

#love #natalie-valdes #pinky-promise #soar #together

Don't you feel as though you could love everything starting tomorrow, and everything could love you, if only you took an action to set into motion the coming of our new tomorrow and its tomorrow and that one's tomorrow? Shotgun loaded hand on the pump and no matter who you damage you're still a false prophet, but we drink chocolate milk and then we get muscles and smash down the droves with fists like hammers and then we pump the fists in the air for victory. I be the prophet of the doom that is you. You are the mess in messiah. ↗

— Adam Levin

#tomorrow #tomorrows #love

He stopped complaining, but now I was annoyed. I went to the roof and drank alone. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love #love-story #lovers #sadness #love

There were other things we noticed only at first, before we accepted them as a part of daily life. Then they got harder to describe, the way it’s hard to describe what it feels like to breathe air. ↗

— Elisabeth Eaves

#life

You're so sweet . . . Cinda ... I knew you would feel like this ... I knew it would be this way. Put your arms around me . . . ah, Cin. . . ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#lisa-kleypas #love-come-to-me #love

What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#to-a-skylark #love