#w

Miss. My. Wife. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#wife #love

Madame Lily Devalier always asked "Where are you?" in a way that insinuated that there were only two places on earth one could be: New Orleans and somewhere ridiculous. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#new-orleans #love

Tell me you do not feel as I do and I will leave you and you may be with another. ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#swoon-worthy #love

What a midwesterner he was, a thoroughly unhip guy with his heart in the usual place, on the sleeve, in plain sight. ↗

— Charles Baxter

#love

Let him who glories glory in this, That he understands and knows Me, That I am the LORD, exercising loving kindness, justice, and righteousness in the earth. For in these I delight,” says the LORD. ↗

— Anonymous

#god #justice #know #loving-kindness #righteous

He can learn things about me through your blood. Can learn about my sister!" She briefly covered her mouth. "He can see everything we've done! I don't want that leech to know what we do in private." Lothaire strolled up, making a scoffing sound. "As if I don't watch you two live from a distance. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#berserker #declan-chase #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole

I'm very down to Earth, I'm just not from this Earth. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#earth #world #dreams

Sometimes I think I spent forever waiting for you,' he says. 'My whole life, I've never had someone like you. Someone who doesn't have to be there, but is anyway. Someone who wants to just ... be with me because they want me. For me. Not because I'm your brother or your kid or anything, but because you choose me. ↗

— Amanda Grace

#but-i-love-him #connor-and-ann #love #sweet #life

I’ll never let go of you again,” she whispered. “I swear it. ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#holding-on #letting-go #lost-love #love #love-and-loss

In Irena’s head the alcohol plays a double role: it frees her fantasy, encourages her boldness, makes her sensual, and at the same time it dims her memory. She makes love wildly, lasciviously, and at the same time the curtain of oblivion wraps her lewdness in an all-concealing darkness. As if a poet were writing his greatest poem with ink that instantly disappears. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#drinking #forget #forgetting #love #personality