#y

Only a few more weeks till spring . . . and a few more weeks then till summer . . . and holidays . . . and Green Gables . . . and golden sunlight on Avonlea meadows . . . and a gulf that will be silver at dawn and sapphire at noon and crimson at sunset . . . and you. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#love #love

I had wanted to hate you that day. Believe me, I had. And then suddenly, staring at me incredulously, your extra half-tooth had blurted out aloud, ‘You get dimples on both cheeks!’ your immaculate lisp intact, on both the ‘s’es. I remember that second, the way your hair fell, the nankhatais on my tongue and the strains of Akhtar’s melody in the air. I had fallen in love with you then. I miss that second.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#love-story #love

It was the hour of prayer. Black-beetles exploded against the walls like crackers. More than a dozen crawled over the tiles with injured wings. It infuriated him to think that there were still people in the state who believed in a loving and merciful God. There are mystics who are said to have experienced God directly. He was a mystic, too, and what he had experienced was vacancy — a complete certainty in the existence of a dying, cooling world, of human beings who had evolved from animals for no purpose at all. He knew. ↗

— Graham Greene

#power-glory #love

And now I know that this love which thou hast had for the children of men is charity; wherefore, except men shall have charity they cannot inherit that place which thou hast prepared in the mansions of they Father. ↗

— Anonymous

#charity #love

When you can love yourself, then your heart is open to give and receive love. ↗

— Daveda Gruber

#poetrywithpassion-com #love

Ripe for romance? Is that not only the self-conscious and sensitive young man's way of saying he was heavy with passion? Is not, perhaps, romance only the fiction by means of which the tender-minded negotiate their lust? ↗

— Trevanian

#lust #youth #love

I'll tell u boys it's tough to be alone, and it's tough to love a doll that's not ur own. ↗

— Arther Miller

#love

PAVILIONS OF SUN" Swans do fly High above you All the time Prince of Sun From his pavilion Makes you shine Come, come, come into my garden, lady love Maybe I can hold your gold hand Glide within my gold grove, lady love Know the earth and you'll understand ↗

— Marc Bolan

#bolan #tyrannosaurus-rex #love

And do you not think less of me for making my fortune in such a way?” After all, her own sister did. He gave her an odd look. “There is no shame in being the mistress of a king. It’s a position of great power and influence. I think less of Louis for letting you go. ↗

— Jenna Maclaine

#self-judgement #the-righteous #vampire #worry #love

Oh,' said a very white body as it threw a wrist watch to the ground which broke without attracting anyone's attention, 'Oh, how can anyone not love poetry, natural machines, large white houses, the brilliance of steel, crimes and wild passions? ↗

— Robert Desnos

#passion #poetry #surrealism #love