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There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches. ↗

— Janet Lee Carey

#moonlight #wildwood #love

I love you,' Eve said. He closed his mouth, fast, because obviously that was not what he'd expected. 'I, uh, okay. Love you, too. Can we stop that? It's uncomfortable.' 'Jerkface.' 'Much better. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#shane-collins #true-friends #love

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#emotions #hatred #heart #love #love

Judgment, then, is not an impersonal, legalistic process. It is a matter of love, and it is something we choose for ourselves. Nor is punishment a vindictive act. God's "curses" are not expressions of hatred, but of fatherly love and discipline. Like medicinal ointment, they hurt in order to heal. They impose suffering that is remedial, restorative, and redemptive. God's wrath is an expression of His love for His wayward children. ↗

— Scott Hahn

#god #judgment #love #punishment #love

Once I had feared that telling the truth would be like falling, that love would be like hitting the ground, but here I was, my feet firmly planted, standing on my own. ↗

— Rachel Hartman

#love

And then, every time I didn't see her, there was a fall involved. I thought about dancing on the fifth-floor ledge outside out apartment. Every train she wasn't on felt something like hitting the pavement from five floors up. So maybe my father was right about that. Maybe happiness and excitement really are dangerous things. ↗

— Catherine Ryan Hyde

#dangerous #excited #excitement #fall #happiness

Infatuation is measured in pleasure. Love is measured in pain. Behold the value of pain! ↗

— Anthony Marais

#love #love-hurts #love

We don't earn God's love; we receive it. We don't work for His approval; He approves us. ↗

— Dillon Burroughs

#love

Canada is lovely," she breathed against his lips. "And you are lovely." His laughter ghosted into her mouth. "That's my line, Lyd. You are supposed to think me handsome ↗

— Meredith Duran

#lydia #meredith-duran #love

At night the cries of cats making love or fighting, their caterwauling in the dark, told us that the world was pure emotion, flung back and forth among its creatures, the agony of the one-eyed Siamese no different from that of the Lisbon girls, and even the trees plunged in feeling. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#anticipation #virgin-suicides #love