#w

Lindsey: Why would you choose me? Rafe: Because you're the one I want. ↗

— Rachel Hawthorne

#love #rafe-lowell #love

He leaned toward me and delicately grazed my lips with his. The tease left me breathless, burning for more. “I keep having to remind myself that I can do that,” he smirked. ↗

— Rebecca Donovan

#emma-thomas #evan-mathews #kiss #love #reason-to-breathe

The day i met Cameron,the pieces started to flow into place,and the night that Cameron kissed me,the day that he sat next to me and told that he loved me,that was when the last piece of me were snapped into place.Every other second,minute,hour that i spent with Cameron after that moment made the last piece of my puzzle grow stronger,so that it made the damaged,the broken pieces become insignificant-mere background noise.But Cameron had taken the last piece of the puzzle with him,and a black hole was all that was left in its stead.How do you recover from that? How do you survive?You don't, I resolved.There's no coming back from that permanent void left inside of you.You become a shell,going through the motions without emotion,like a robot,while the rest of me was wherever Cameron was... ↗

— Julie Hockley

#love

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope. ↗

— Anne Carson

#desire #eros-the-bittersweet #hope #love #romance

The love that you withhold is the pain that you carry lifetime after lifetime. ↗

— Alex Collier

#love #past-lives #love

Words, too, have genuine substance -- mass and weight and specific gravity. ↗

— Tim O'Brien

#science #words #love

No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#love

Mystics are not themselves. They do not exist in selves. They move as they are moved, talk as words come, see with sight that enters their eyes. I met a woman once and asked her where love had led her. Fool, there's no destination to arrive at. Loved one and lover and love are infinite. ↗

— فرید الدین عطار

#sword-sentiments #love

...I couldn't let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million lonely aisles. ↗

— Marisha Pessl

#heathcliff #longing #wal-mart #wuthering-heights #love

Always wear pretty underwear, on account of you just never know. ↗

— Jill Conner Browne

#love