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Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#love

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#grace-brisbane #lyrics #sam-roth #song #summer

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart. ↗

— José N. Harris

#grieving #hope #loss #love #pain

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#love #secret #love

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#time #love

When you love someone you let them take care of you. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love

I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him. ↗

— Betty Smith

#lost-love #love #love

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out for his love to flee. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #song #suicide #love

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#obsession #sleep #love