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Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest. ↗

— Ann Radcliffe

#inconsistancy #love #suspicion #unreasonable #love

Love need not speak volumes. It need not demand proof. It never has a happy ending - simply because it doesn't end as long as love is pure and true”. ↗

— Amit Abraham

#proof #pure-love #true-love #love

Aunt Jettie: "yes, i'm wandering the earth seeking revenge on ben & jerry for giving me the fat a$$ and coronary & I give out love advice to the tragically lonely." jane: "Is that an ironic eternal punishment for the lady who died an eighty-one year old spinster." jettie: "single by choice you twirp." jane: "banshee." jettie: "bloodsucker. ↗

— Molly Harper

#jane #vampire #love

We love books because they are the greatest escape. That is because our own minds eye is the purest form of virtual reality. ↗

— M.R. Mathias

#m-r-mathias #michael-robb #profound-realizations #quotes-that-make-sense #reader

In all cases love was a strong emotion, not easily contained once it was unleashed. I realized now that love was like a blossoming flower that continually added more and more petals. But there was no end point. There was no full bloom. It went on forever. Growing, strengthening. ↗

— Rachel Hawthorne

#love

If we want hell, if we want heaven, they are ours. That's how love works. It can't be forced, manipulated, or coerced. It always leaves room for the other to decide. God says yes, we can have what we want, because love wins. ↗

— Rob Bell

#hell #religion #spirituality #love

[in reference to turkey bowling] He [Tommy] squinted and picked his target, then took his steps and sent the bird sliding down the aisle. A collective gasp rose from the crew as the fourteen-pound, self-basting, fresh-frozen projectile of wholesome savory goodness plowed into the soap bottles like a freight train into a chorus line of drunken grandmothers. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#christopher-moore #love

Oh dear Sunday, I am so happy that I want your entire wisdom at my dinner table. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#love #wisdom #love

I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more. ↗

— Jim Thompson

#suspense #thompson #love

I found my mind wandering at games; loved boxing and was good at it; and in summer, having chosen rowing instead of cricket, lay peacefully by the Stour, well upstream of the rhythmic creaking and the exhortation, reading Lily Christine and Gibbon and gossiping with kindred lotus-eaters under the willow-branches. ↗

— Patrick Leigh Fermor

#leisure #school #summer #love