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. We were young. Love had a way of making us fearless because we knew that no matter what happened, if we fell on our face as we entered the ring or conquered the world in battle, in the end it would just be us, together. ↗

— Melodie Ramone

#novel-quotes #love

Now he could say for sure that he'd never known a feeling stronger than that of being at one with another person - that rare feeling of not being alone anymore. ↗

— Guillaume Musso

#love #strength #love

My love, I’d volunteer to live a thousand lives if I got to spend any part of them with you. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #devil #jack

Seventeen years. That's how long I've known him. That's how long I've loved him. Seventeen years later and he still makes my heart feel giddy and weightless. Seventeen years later and my favorite place in the world is still the safety of his arms. Seventeen years later and I'm still a sappy idiot. Go figure. ↗

— Rose Christo

#love

He had the singular ability to knock down her carefully bricked defenses, which was a compliment to them both and the secret to their love. ↗

— Eleanor Brown

#love

Any kid what begs for a whippin' can find one. ↗

— Carolyn Brown

#whooping #love

Financial demands, of all the rough winds that blow upon our love, (are) quite the coldest and the most biting. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#money #love

Like the earth pulling on the moon, and the moon pulling on the tide, his lips gravitate toward mine. ↗

— Sarah Tregay

#love #mahcie #love

In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#museums #objects #time #love

Non sono riuscito ad averti vicino ma questo non significa non averti dentro. Sai cosa sarò io per te? Sarò sempre quel piccolissimo particolare che ogni tanto scorgerai nell’aria, nelle cose che guardi, nella loro bellezza, quel dettaglio emotivo che ti viene incontro. L’attimo che ti innamora l’anima per l’inquadratura di un tramonto, unico, imprevisto, che torna in mente all’ improvviso. Il diversivo, il tempo di un sorriso quasi inatteso che ti confonde i respiri, il deja vu, la sponda di un sogno. Le storie finiscono mentre quel piccolo particolare, quel quasi niente, mi farà restare con te per sempre. ↗

— Massimo Bisotti

#cuore #for-you #heart #inside #love