#wi

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me. ↗

— Kiera Cass

#twitter #young-adult #love

He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me. I knew it in that instant. He was a viscerally driven man. And one day, he would possess me. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#intellect #jamie-weise #love #love-story #possess

Sometimes those who love most deeply can't get past the weight of their own feelings. ↗

— James L. Halperin

#observant #understanding #wise #love

It is vain to think that any weariness, however caused, any burden, however slight, may be got rid of otherwise than by bowing the neck to the yoke of the Father's will. There can be no other rest for heart and soul than He has created. From every burden, from every anxiety, from all dread of shame or loss, even loss of love itself, that yoke will set us free. ↗

— George MacDonald

#rest #will #love

I fly through memory to find a newborn love. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#find #finding-love-love #flying #literature #literature-quotes

Oh, now my Erin, she'd smile down on me no matter where I walked." Grandpop smiled that little smile again. "But I'd be separated from her, and I'd feel that separation in my soul, you see?" Nathan shook his head. Grandpop sighed. "You have the Irish eyes, boy. One of these days, you'll see from eyes, not your own, feel with a heart outside your chest. Wild Irish eyes. Nathan. When you love, love well and love true, and take care, lad, because those Irish eyes are windows into not just your own soul, but the soul of the one you love." Grandpop looked out at his Erin's grave. "And when you lose that heart, you can't leave the places where your memories are the best. And if I left her, I'd not be buried beside her. ↗

— Lora Leigh

#elite #eyes #grandpop #irish #leigh

Children are the closest we have to wisdom, and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#childhood #children #mystery #wisdom #love

Feathers blowing in the wind is no more a bird than a pile of crumpled up receipts from champagne, chocolate, and flower purchases is a true indication that a man loves a woman.
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— Jarod Kintz

#chocolate #flowers #love #true #wind

Love begets wisdom, thus it is, as often misconceived, more than vain layers of tenderness; it is inherently rational and comprehensive of the problem within the problem: for instance, envy is one of the most excused sins in the media of political correctness. Those you find most attractive, or seem to have it all, are often some of the most insecure at heart, and that is because people assume that they do not need anything but defamation. ↗

— Criss Jami

#attractiveness #compassion #comprehensive #defamation #discernment

...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me... ↗

— John Geddes

#horizon #land #poetry-quotes-love #sail-away #thoughts