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Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could. ↗

— Lauren Kate

#love #lucinda-price #love

Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #kissing #love #life

Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know he’s not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don’t know what to do with all this hurt right now. ↗

— Nina Guilbeau

#loneliness #loss #loss-quotes #lost-love #mourning

And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends? ↗

— Matthew Quick

#quick #the-silver-linings-playbook #love

Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#love

What is this?” he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. “This… this… thing?” “A parsnip?” Jem suggested. “A parsnip planted in Satan’s own garden.” said Will. He glanced about. “I don’t suppose there’s a dog I could feed it to.” “There don’t seem to be any pets about,” Jem—who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church—observed. “Probably all poisoned by parsnips,” said Will. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

Love cannot live where there is no trust. ↗

— Edith Hamilton

#love #mythology #relationships #trust #love

A love for tradition has never weakened a nation, indeed it has strengthened nations in their hour of peril. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#war #love

What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#sailing #ship #love

Falling in love should be the easiest thing in the world, but it's not. ↗

— Rachel Hawthorne

#love #love