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I don't want to hide. I want to slow dance with you again. I want to dance with you forever. ↗

— Sarah Black

#forever #love #love

The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong to, or what function I may once have intended to serve. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#transformation #love

If you truly love someone, you should be more interested in keeping them happy than in being right. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#law-of-attraction #love #manifestation #manifesting #mind-power

If you love someone, if someone loved you, if they taught you to write and made it so you could speak, how can you do nothing at all? You might as well take their words out of the dirt and try to snatch them from the wind. Because once you love, it is gone. You love and you cannot call it back. ↗

— Ally Condie

#love

He especially loved people - is so happy, especially remembering Eloise. ↗

— Anna Carey

#love

We are meant to be.” He pressed his lips to mine again; against myself, against my worry, I once again succumbed to the power of his kiss. “I know that now. Our love is stronger than magic, stronger than the laws of all Feyland. It will survive this...whatever the future brings.” - Prince Kian, Silver Frost. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#fairy #frost-series #love #romance #war

Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#great-expectations #love #love

I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate? ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#fate #love #sorrow #love

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#mistress #love

I don't want to lose you, he whispered again. And I didn't want to be lost ↗

— Jodi Meadows

#love