#us

Compare with me, ye women, if you can ↗

— Anne Bradstreet

#love #to-my-loving-husband #women #love

There was something terrible, but also something sad and melancholy in this long cry uttered by the Russian infantry as they staged an attack. As it crossed the cold water, it lost its fervour. Instead of valour or gallantry, you could hear the sadness of a soul parting with everything that it loved, calling on its nearest and dearest to wake up, to lift their head from their pillows and hear for the last time the voice of a father, a husband, a son or a brother... ↗

— Vasily Grossman

#soldiers #ussr #war #ww #love

When you fall in love, your heart will pound so much you won't be able to throw a mouse let alone a cow pat. I don't think I could throw a mouse now. I dislike the idea of scrabbling little feet in my palm, unless they are yours, of course. ↗

— Eloisa James

#desperate-duchess #in-love #love #mouse #love

When I played Lady Day, I took Aba onstage with me as a joke. He started singing—in tune!—and the audience loved it. Eartha Kitt, when asked what tricks her poodle did. ↗

— Eartha Kitt

#music #love

Wait for me.” If his voice was just a bit hoarse, she didn’t seem to take note of it. She looked at him as though he had reached over and slapped her. “You don’t trust me? After all that talk of taking me for my word—” “This isn’t about trust.” “That is precisely what this is about.” Her fingers fisted in her skirts. “Because I’ve trusted you.” It hurt him to hear it. He didn’t know what else to do. He had no contacts left. He was walking around now like a blind man. He didn’t need the added weight of her safety on his conscience. Caine’s eyes fell away again. “Maybe you shouldn’t.” That earned him a flustered: “You told me to! ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#romance #trust #love

The love of money can do wicked things to one's soul. ↗

— Jules Haigler

#mystery-novels #mystery-series #mystery-suspense #love

Love isn't relevant once things are really bad. They say love makes the world go round-but it doesn't, you know. Love is a luxury, and you indulge in it when things are OK. As soon as they are bad-really bad-there just isn't a place for it anymore-no place where there could be room for it ↗

— Celia Fremlin

#listening-in-the-dusk #love

Любовта винаги е удачна. Неудачните са тези, които я ползват. ↗

— Олег Черне

#love #unfortunate #love

I generally find subtlety a waste of time. ↗

— Cindy Gerard

#romantic-suspense #romantic

Samson’s grace and surefootedness at breakneck paces was the closest Roxleigh had ever come to some semblance of peace in his life. His head was never clearer, his nerves were never calmer, and his mind was never more unbound than when he rode Samson. He listened to the horse’s steady breathing, the exertion of his exhalations, and the steady beat of his hooves, punctuated by the swift silence of the jumps and the exclamation of the landing, like a staccato symphony. His mind unfurled its stressed tethers with the smooth action of Samson at full speed. ↗

— Jenn LeBlanc

#romance #the-rake-and-the-recluse #love