#w

Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him -- Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse -- It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not? ↗

— Emily Brontë

#love

I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#love #spinelli #stargirl #love

I am Devlin, brother and advisor to the High Queen, assassin, and keeper of order. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#melissa-marr #radiant-shadows #wicked-lovely #love

But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn't - though he couldn't - ever love me back. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#conrad-haloway #love #love

[S]he believed that the Buddhists were right–that if you want, you will suffer; if you love, you will grieve. (68) ↗

— Anne Lamott

#buddhism #desire #grief #love #suffering

I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#character-building #growing-up #heartbreak #learning-by-doing #life

Don’t be that kind of person who goes about falling in love everywhere. ↗

— Moffat Machingura

#person #love

I love the way you smile at me... knocks me on my arse. ↗

— Amy Harmon

#love

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning. ↗

— Patrick Carman

#dancing #light #morning #remember #summer

And there, far ahead of me, running by the side of the road, a human. The low sun stretched his shadow out one hundred times taller than him. Cole St. Clair, running alongside the wolves, side-stepping debris on the roadside every so often and sometimes jumping the ditch for a few strides and then back again. He held his arms out for balance as he leaped, unself-conscious, like a boy. There was something so fiercely big about the gesture of Cole running with the wolves that it made the last thing I said to him ring in my ears. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#wow #love