#year

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ↗

— John Keats

#days #fanny-brawne #fifty-common-years #letter #love

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#yearning #love

If in the last few years you haven't discarded a major opinion or acquired a new one, check your pulse. You may be dead. ↗

— Gelett Burgess

#check #dead #discarded #few #haven

Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#empty #empty-heart #jamie-weise #love #love-story

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied. ↗

— Denise Hunter

#love #missing #the-accidental-bride #yearning #love

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#love #poetry #yearning #love

You start at SNL when you're young and hungry, but I don't want my pro years to be my SNL years. ↗

— Jason Sudeikis

#i #pro #snl #start #want

Every year I teach dozens of students at the University of Birmingham. Most of the students on the gender and sexuality courses are women. I guess this is because the boys don't think that gender applies to them: that it's a subject for girls. ↗

— Louise Brown

#because #birmingham #courses #dozens #every

She loved him, and she was going to do everything she could to get him back. She hadn’t come this far just to walk away. He was the love of her life, dammit. The man she wanted to marry. The world had reversed its orbit to bring them back together, for Pete’s sake, and she wasn’t going down without a fight. Fate could only do so much; the rest was up to her. ↗

— Andrea Lochen

#freewill #love #repeat #year #life

I can promise you that I could be sent back to live this year a hundred times, and I would always choose you. I would always. Choose. You. ↗

— Andrea Lochen

#repeat #year #love