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People cannot accept their own evil if they do not at the same time feel loved, respected and trusted. ↗

— Jean Vanier

#love

The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, ready to surround her, to lift her up, to carry her away with only Ariel’s silk-clad arms wrapped about her to keep her from falling. Spirare, they whispered to her like an incantation. Breathe us in. Bertie didn’t mean to, but she inhaled, and everything inside her was a spring morning, a rose opening its petals to the sun, the light coming through the wavering glass of an old, diamond-paned window. Tendrils of wind reached for Bertie with a coaxing hand. Release him, and he will love you. ↗

— Lisa Mantchev

#ariel #bertie #romance-novels #wind #love

A song nobody likes is a sad thing. But a love song nobody likes is hardly a thing at all. ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#music #love

Cold,” he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. “Not cold so much as underoxygenated,” I said. “I love it when you talk medical to me,” he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs. ↗

— John Green

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You have the greatest soul, the noblest nature, the sweetest, most loving heart I have ever known, and my love, my reverence, my admiration for you, you have increased in one evening as I should have thought only a lifetime of intimate, loving association could have increased them. You are more wonderful and lovely in my eyes than you ever were before; and my pride and joy and gratitude that you should love me with such a perfect love are beyond all expression, except in some great poem which I cannot write. ↗

— Woodrow Wilson

#love #love-letter #love

Men and women think about love differently. The main difference is that men simply don’t think about it. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#men #think #thinking #women #love

That's okay. You an be selfish with me all you want. I'm yours. ↗

— Abbi Glines

#love #love

You were twisting your wet hair up into a ponytail, and then you saw us, and you smiled...." "Then why didn't you-" "Because you were smiling for him. And I would have had to have been an idiot to get in between that. ↗

— Mandy Hubbard

#romantic #sacrifice #love

Jean-Luc glanced at the coach. "Who is that man? What is that machine?" "It's a dunking booth." "Ah, I understand." Jean-Luc nodded. "If he dose not drown, then he is a witch" "No, he's just a creep. It's a game. ↗

— Kerrelyn Sparks

#dunking #witch #love

Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms. You blush in each other's presence, you both hover in places where you expect the other to pass, you are both a little tongue-tied, you both laugh inexplicably and too long, you become quite nauseatingly girlish, and he becomes quite ridiculously gallant. You have also grown a little stupid. ↗

— Louis de Bernières

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