#y

I bought a selection of short, romantic fiction novels, studied them, decided that I had found a formula and then wrote a book that I figured was the perfect story. Thank goodness it was rejected. ↗

— Louise Brown

#bought #decided #fiction #figured #formula

Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground. ↗

— Sierra Demulder

#love #love

...there is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#jane-eyre #love

Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. ↗

— Jane Austen

#jane-austen #love #marianne-dashwood #sense-and-sensibility #world

He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe. You are.’ His holding fingers are holding hers. ‘Me? Me? ↗

— Toni Morrison

#love

Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man. ↗

— Donna Woolfolk Cross

#love #man #sex #woman #love

Continued pain is a signal to the body that there's something wrong, not right. Lucy Scarborough Nancy Werlin ↗

— Nancy Werlin (Author)

#love #pain #love

My beloved has arrived, but rather than greeting him, All I can do is bite the corner of my apron with a blank expression- What an awkward woman am I. My heart has longed for him as hugely and openly as a full moon But instead I narrow my eyes, and my glance to him Is sharp and narrow as the crescent moon. But then, I'm not the only one who behaves this way. My mother and my mother's mother were as silly and stumbling as I am when they were girls... Still, the love from my heart is overflowing, As bright and crimson as the heated metal in a blacksmith's forge. ↗

— Kim Dong Hwa

#longing #love #mothers #mothers-and-daughters #poetry

Darling," he said distractedly,"about the moon..." "Yes?" "I don't think it matters whether you want it or not." "What are you talking about?" "The moon. I think it's yours." Victoria yawned, not bothering to open her eyes. "Fine. i'm glad to have it." "But--" Robert shook his head. He was growing fanciful. the moon didn't belong to his wife. It didn't follow her, protect her. It certainly didn't wink at anybody. But he stared out the window the rest of the way home, just in case ↗

— Julia Quinn

#home #love #moon #night #wink

She drew herself up and took in a breath, concentrating on her inflection so that she could indulge him in his game. Then she leaned forward and, in her best, most sincerely love-struck voice, breathed, "I love thee." Sonny's face was just inches from hers. His storm-gray eyes flashed, and the dark silk of his hair drifted across his cheek as he leaned in his head. "Perfect." So was the kiss. Perfect. "I love thee," Sonny murmured, all pretense gone. ↗

— Lesley Livingston

#sonny #love