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He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip. ↗

— Rebecca Berto

#literature #love #new-adult #relationships #romance

Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#women #love

Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#interests #passions #love

If people can write to each other across space, why can they not write across time too? ↗

— Ahdaf Soueif

#love

I focused on the passing houses filled with couples who’d somehow survived this teenage craziness of ‘he likes her but she likes him and he likes somebody else, you just can’t win.’ How did they do it? How did they end up in their golden, warm and cozy living rooms with their 2.3 children and dogs and cats? Because getting from where I was to where they were seemed millions of light years away. ↗

— Sarah Strohmeyer

#love #romance #love

You're waiting for someone to put you together, you're waiting for someone to push you away, there's always another wound to discover, there's always something more you wish he'd say ↗

— Vertical Horizon

#love #unrequieted-love #love

Love’s like an egg. Break it, and you might still have almost every bit of yolk and white, but there’s no way you’re getting that back in the shell. And even if you could, there’d be still all the cracks. ↗

— Cath Crowley

#love #love

This was what happened after you'd been together with someone a long time. You loved that it was old and worn and comfy, but sometimes it was old and worn and comfy. ↗

— Deb Caletti

#love

How strange was the relation between parents and children! When they were small the parents doted on them, passed through agonies of apprehension at each childish ailment, and the children clung to their parents with love and adoration; a few years passed, the children grew up, and persons not of their kin were more important to their happiness than father or mother. Indifference displaced the blind and instinctive love of the past. Their meetings were a source of boredom and irritation. Distracted once at the thought of a month's separation they were able now to look forward with equanimity to being parted for years. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#maugham #parents #love

Arthritic toothless people who love orgasms are more likely to reproduce than are limber, toothy people who do not. ↗

— Daniel Gilbert

#love