#tru

Funny how people don't really see each other. Men and women. They invent each other in their minds and then they see what they invent.They don't really see each other. Now she was in love with him and she didn't even know his real name, didn't know anything real about him. ↗

— Andrew Klavan

#love #truthful-in-every-way #funny

America is still AmeriKKKa. rather we like it or not ↗

— Fee Scott

#reality-check #true #funny

Gomst's mouth framed a 'no', but every other muscle in him said 'yes'. You'd think priests would be better liars, what with their jobs and all. ↗

— Mark Lawrence

#humour #liars #lie #priests #funny

My inner wolf seeks to destroy the one I love for reasons of self-preservation. For the only cure to free my soul is to be killed, in an act of true love, by the one who loves me most.. ↗

— Bree Despain

#true-love #love

It's such a huge arrogance to love someone, and there's too much of it around. There's too much love in this world. Sometimes I think that's what heavens is-- a place where everybody's happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever. ↗

— Gregory David Roberts

#love-hurts #true-story #love

I don't need to see the trail to know you're at the end of it. My grandfather's compass may not work, but mine is still true. ↗

— Diana Peterfreund

#jane-austen #love #persuasion #true-love #love

Dying is not a solution.. I want to live with You..! ↗

— K. Hari Kumar

#brahmin #chennai #cinema #delhi #fiction

Isabella." He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. "Bella, I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don't know how it's tortured me." He looked down, ashamed again. "The thought of you, still, white, cold . . . to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses . . . it would be unendurable." he lifted his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. "You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#true-love #love

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#creation #destruction #realism #love

She made a sound of regret. ‘We come second, you and I, Luc-ien,’ she said. ‘Our allegiance is always to our kingdoms. Without that allegiance, our people would fall.’ She placed her head back against his chest and he felt her tears. ‘This is not our time.’ ‘But that will never mean I love you less,’ he said. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#sacrifice #timing #trust #love