#tru

Finally, mutually, and completely, they released all doubts, abandoned all fears, unwilling and unable to deny this overpowering love. ↗

— Emery Lee

#love #robert #romance #true-love #love

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#company #deepest #drowsy #electrified #feel

معظم البشر أعينهم مغلقة بغبار الخيبة إلى حدّ يمنعهم من رؤية الحقيقة ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#people #truth #love

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing – I loved her truly, madly, deeply! ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#truly-madly-deeply #love

Have you ever met someone and felt like you’ve known them forever? ↗

— Michelle Madow

#past-lives #reincarnation #true-love #love

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#fleeting-possession #gain #greed #dreams

Don't listen to anyone. Trust what gives you pleasure. Trust the emotions. If you love something but can't explain why, that's enough ↗

— Calice Becker

#pleasure #trust #love

Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. ↗

— Anonymous

#honesty #truth #virtue #love

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#feelings #habit #love #show #truth

Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed! ↗

— John Patrick Shanley

#love