8b3405c
|
I do. I still love him so much. And I feel so worthless because he doesn't love me anymore.
|
|
love
|
Daria Snadowsky |
22abd6b
|
I want to write stories that are different from the ones I've written so far, Junpei thought: I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love. But right now I have to stay here and keep watch over this woman and this girl. I will never let anyone-not anyone-try to put them into that crazy box- not even if the sky should fall or the earth crack open with a roar.
|
|
love
|
Haruki Murakami |
cf6bceb
|
Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are totally honest, open; you hide nothing: yet you are the most mysterious woman I've ever met.
|
|
jondalar
love
|
Jean M. Auel |
74fb524
|
"I am not a poor child, Lady Eleanor," Madelyne announced, letting her anger sound in her voice. "Duncan won't marry you. He won't sign the contracts. He'd have to give up his greatest treasure in order to marry you." "And what be that treasure?" Lady Eleanor inquired, her voice mild. "Why, I'm Duncan's greatest treasure. He'd be a fool to give me up," she added. "And even you must know that Duncan is anything but a fool."
|
|
love
treasure
|
Julie Garwood |
311ce27
|
"He couldn't just come right out with it, could he? No, that would scare her off. He had to be subtle, build up to it. Explain himself. "I love you." Of course, straight to the point was also an effective strategy."
|
|
humour
love
romance
romantic-comedy
|
Sarah Mayberry |
55d7911
|
Who cares if she can kiss? She can see through the clouds.
|
|
love
|
John Green |
2b45e86
|
But if you've ever felt love, you'll know how painful it is to suffer for love.
|
|
love
|
Paulo Coelho |
e8713b5
|
This book is dedicated, with love, to Bobby, who has found the only pound of pure- Faith in a Loving God.
|
|
love
overcoming-addiction
|
Hubert Selby Jr. |
42fd697
|
"FatherMichael has entered the room Wildflower: Ah don't tell me you're through a divorce yourself Father? SureOne: Don't be silly Wildflower, have a bit of respect! He's here for the ceremony. Wildflower: I know that. I was just trying to lighten the atmosphere. FatherMichael: So have the loving couple arrived yet? SureOne: No but it's customary for the bride to be late. FatherMichael: Well is the groom here? SingleSam has entered the room Wildflower: Here he is now. Hello there SingleSam. I think this is the first time ever that both the bride and groom will have to change their names. SingleSam: Hello all. Buttercup: Where's the bride? LonelyLady: Probably fixing her makeup. Wildflower: Oh don't be silly. No one can even see her. LonelyLady: SingleSam can see her. SureOne: She's not doing her makeup; she's supposed to keep the groom waiting. SingleSam: No she's right here on the laptop beside me. She's just having problems with her password logging in. SureOne: Doomed from the start. Divorced_1 has entered the room Wildflower: Wahoo! Here comes the bride, all dressed in . . . SingleSam: Black. Wildflower: How charming. Buttercup: She's right to wear black. Divorced_1: What's wrong with misery guts today? LonelyLady: She found a letter from Alex that was written 12 years ago proclaiming his love for her and she doesn't know what to do. Divorced_1: Here's a word of advice. Get over it, he's married. Now let's focus the attention on me for a change. SoOverHim has entered the room FatherMichael: OK let's begin. We are gathered here online today to witness the marriage of SingleSam (soon to be "Sam") and Divorced_1 (soon to be "Married_1"). SoOverHim: WHAT?? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? THIS IS A MARRIAGE CEREMONY IN A DIVORCED PEOPLE CHAT ROOM?? Wildflower: Uh-oh, looks like we got ourselves a gate crasher here. Excuse me can we see your wedding invite please? Divorced_1: Ha ha. SoOverHim: YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK, COMING IN HERE AND TRYING TO UPSET OTHERS WHO ARE GENUINELY TROUBLED. Buttercup: Oh we are genuinely troubled alright. And could you please STOP SHOUTING. LonelyLady: You see SoOverHim, this is where SingleSam and Divorced_1 met for the first time. SoOverHim: OH I HAVE SEEN IT ALL NOW! Buttercup: Sshh! SoOverHim: Sorry. Mind if I stick around? Divorced_1: Sure grab a pew; just don't trip over my train. Wildflower: Ha ha. FatherMichael: OK we should get on with this; I don't want to be late for my 2 o'clock. First I have to ask, is there anyone in here who thinks there is any reason why these two should not be married? LonelyLady: Yes. SureOne: I could give more than one reason. Buttercup: Hell yes. SoOverHim: DON'T DO IT! FatherMichael: Well I'm afraid this has put me in a very tricky predicament. Divorced_1: Father we are in a divorced chat room, of course they all object to marriage. Can we get on with it? FatherMichael: Certainly. Do you Sam take Penelope to be your lawful wedded wife? SingleSam: I do. FatherMichael: Do you Penelope take Sam to be your lawful wedded husband? Divorced_1: I do (yeah, yeah my name is Penelope). FatherMichael: You have already e-mailed your vows to me so by the online power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. Now if the witnesses could click on the icon to the right of the screen they will find a form to type their names, addresses, and phone numbers. Once that's filled in just e-mail it off to me. I'll be off now. Congratulations again. FatherMichael has left the room Wildflower: Congrats Sam and Penelope! Divorced_1: Thanks girls for being here. SoOverHim: Freaks. SoOverHim has left the room"
|
|
love
rosie
|
Cecelia Ahern |
c271779
|
But it has finally hit me: she is neither a concept nor a symbol nor a metaphor. She actually exists: she has warm flesh and a spirit that moves. I never should have lost sight of that warmth and that movement.
|
|
iq84
love
murakami
|
Haruki Murakami |
a44fbb3
|
In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving
|
|
love
|
Thomas Hardy |
1e0a0d5
|
"You cannot compel love," he said finally, "nor summon it at will. Still less," he added ruefully, "can you dismiss it."
|
|
love
|
Diana Gabaldon |
10a09d2
|
I guess you just have to trust your kids, trust that their innate interest in life will win out in the end, don't you think?
|
|
life
love
parenthood
parenting
|
George Saunders |
2e23fa1
|
Yes, I have patterns of love addiction. But I'm a woman. Of course I do.
|
|
love
love-addiction
women
|
Emma Forrest |
5f1cbcf
|
"You love Roth," he continued for me."You're in love with him." My eyes met his bright blue ones."Yes," I whispered, my lower lip trembling."It's him. It's always been him."
|
|
love
new-adult
romance
roth
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
f7fe1ca
|
We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.
|
|
elves
family
love
magic
old-fashioned
rare
siblings
superstition
the-70s
the-seventies
twins
unicorn
unicorns
|
Gillian Flynn |
0f1549b
|
God is love, I said, but art's the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.
|
|
god
identity
love
|
Ralph Ellison |
e22026f
|
"You'll stay right here with me, Anne-girl," said Gilbert lazily. "I won't have you flying away from me into the hearts of storms."
|
|
gilbert
love
|
L.M. Montgomery |
e2eec70
|
You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench.
|
|
jaime-lannister
love
romance
|
George R.R. Martin |
d66c495
|
Love came when you weren't looking, except in the case of millions who found mates on Match.com, but, hey. It sounded good.
|
|
love
the-best-man
|
Kristan Higgins |
87db272
|
Whoever, then, thinks that he understands the Holy Scriptures, or any part of them, but puts such an interpretation upon them as does not tend to build up this twofold love of God and our neighbor, does not yet understand them as he ought.
|
|
bible-interpretation
golden-rule
love
scriptures
|
Augustine of Hippo |
b9864e4
|
"When Aziza first spotted Mariam in the morning, her eyes always sprang open, and she began mewling and squirming in her mother's grip. She thrust her arms toward Mariam, demanding to be held, her tiny hands opening and closing urgently, on her face a look of both adoration and quivering anxiety... "Why have you pinned your little heart to an old, ugly hag like me?" Mariam would murmur into Aziza's hair... "What have I got to give you?" But Aziza only muttered contentedly and dug her face in deeper. And when she did that, Mariam swooned. Her eyes watered. Her heart took flight. And she marveled at how, after all these years of rattling loose, she had found in this little creature the first true connection in her life of false, failed connections."
|
|
innocence
love
|
Khaled Hosseini |
88a659a
|
How does light enter a house? If the windows are open. How does light enter a human? If the door of love is open.
|
|
house
love
window
|
Paulo Coelho |
a0cb19c
|
But there was an important and essential truth contained in the idea, and the truth was that these things matter, and it's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
|
|
love
music
nick-hornby
records
|
Nick Hornby |
ff03a02
|
Dead or not, I have come for his heart and I will have it.
|
|
death
heart
inspirational
love
my-idol
prince-valiant
valiant
|
Holly Black |
04b7d3c
|
Is love so gross a thing that it must feed upon publication and public notice ? It would seem so.
|
|
image
love
superficiality
|
Jack London |
256aecf
|
Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love--or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.
|
|
love
orestes
surrender
the-flies
|
Jean-Paul Sartre |
07bf556
|
I tried cutting myself to express my heartbreak over Tommy (Lord Flood) rejecting me, but OMFG it hurts like flaming fuck.
|
|
hurt
love
pain
self-mutilation
|
Christopher Moore |
782b077
|
Because love was a light that wouldn't allow darkness to reign in his soul.
|
|
inspirational
love
|
Karen Kingsbury |
1538f84
|
This wasn't the first time that I'd come close to death, but it was the first time I'd been involved in this part of it, this strange, terrible saying goodbye to someone you've loved.
|
|
goodbye
loss
love
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
269c490
|
"Thank you," she said. He looked bemused. "For what?" "For everything. For being amazing in bed and endlessly patient, for sacrificing the Savage Club for me and bringing me all the way around the world simply because you were worried about me, even though it meant you were probably going to spend your holidays alone. For the way you always put your hand on the small of my back to guide me across the street and the way you let me be in charge of the television remote control and the way you have never, not once, judged me or mistrusted me or made me feel small or unwanted." "Violet, sweetheart..." He blinked and she realized that he was close to tears. Her Martin. Mr. Uptight. Mr. Repressed."
|
|
gratitude
love
romance
|
Sarah Mayberry |
e9344e2
|
When things are good in your life, take the time to build and fortify your relationship with the Lord. Never become complacent about your relationship with Him, because there's always room to grow DEEPER!
|
|
lord
love
power
prayer
relationship
|
Stormie Omartian |
c1b4eb4
|
"let us sleep," he said and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him."
|
|
love
|
Ernest Hemingway |
c5bcb1c
|
We knew what we had and what it meant, and though so much had happened since for both of us, there was nothing like those years in Paris, after the war. Life was painfully pure and simple and good, and I believed Ernest was his best self then. I got the very best of him. We got the best of each other.
|
|
life
loss
love
|
Paula McLain |
1c264bf
|
Each one of us had been starved for love for so long that we wanted to believe that love, once found, was all-powerful. We wanted to believe that it could give word to my inchoate pain and rages; that it could enable Muriel to face the world and get a job; that it could free our writings, cure racism, end homophobia and adolescent acne.
|
|
life-pains
love
|
Audre Lorde |
bf4c431
|
That's why I don't tell people about us. They wouldn't understand, and 1 don't feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was. When I think of you, I can't help smiling, knowing that you've completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you'll take me in your arms again.
|
|
love
romance
romantic
|
Nicholas Sparks |
5976ad4
|
"But I wasn't done. Staring into eyes that were as bright and beautiful than any tawny jewel, I said what I had never said before. And I said it with every ounce in my being behind it. "I love you, Roth." My voice shook with emotion."I'm in love with you."
|
|
love
new-adult
romance
roth
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
b2e7d56
|
I loved that man as I have loved no one else. I do not say I loved him more than I love your mother. But that the way I loved him was different. But if you have heard there was anything improper in our bond, there was not. That was not what we were to one another. What we had went beyond that.
|
|
love
|
Robin Hobb |
9a1277d
|
We walk through so many myths of each other and ourselves; we are so thankful when someone sees us for who we are and accepts us.
|
|
gratitude
love
perception
relationships
|
Natalie Goldberg |
9c4916c
|
But there's a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn't near you.
|
|
love
romance
|
Jodi Picoult |
075010d
|
"His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they'd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn't the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. "God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day..."
|
|
loss
love
|
J.R. Ward |
f547a66
|
In the many months of his absence, she never wondered whether he was true to her or not; she knew he was. She knew, even though she was too young to know the reason, that indiscriminate desire and unselective indulgence were possible only to those who regarded sex and themselves as evil.
|
|
evil
love
sex
trust
|
Ayn Rand |
f950de7
|
Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear them, and why we must be unhappy lovers.
|
|
beloved
jack-kerouac
love
love-quotes
lovers
|
Allen Ginsberg |
aa4f800
|
"Martin said, "It feels as though part of my self has detached and gone to Amsterdam, where it--she--is waiting for me. Do you know about phantom-limb syndrome?" Julia nodded. "There's pain where she ought to be. It's feeding the other pain, the thing that makes me wash and count and all that. So her absence is stopping me from going to find her. Do you see?"
|
|
love
ocd
pain
|
Audrey Niffenegger |
420cacc
|
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
|
|
happiness
loss
love
memory
mother
|
Audrey Niffenegger |
83a2c7b
|
dh kn lhyj ljnsy aly@ ytsl~ bh lkhlq, fn lHb, khlfan ldhlk l yntmy l lyn wymknn mn khllh lflt mn qbD@ lkhlq. flHb hw Hrytn. lHb hw m wr kl <>.
|
|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
30017ac
|
I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn't wake him to share in my distress.
|
|
elizabeth-gilbert
love
pray
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
9ca0456
|
tdhkr `ndh 'sTwr@ 'flTwn lshhyr@ <>: ffy lsbq kn lbshr mzdwjy ljns fqsWmhm llh l~ 'nSf thym `br l`lm mftsh@ b`Dh `n b`D. lHb hw tlk lrGb@ fy yjd lnSf lakhr lmfqwd mn 'nfsn.
|
|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
11f101d
|
Many boys, probably most boys, have a first love before they fall in love with a woman. It begins the moment two boys realize they'd die for one another, that each cares more for the other than he does for himself, and it lasts usually until a second love comes on the scene, because most hearts aren't big enough to love more than one person like that.
|
|
love
bromance
friendship
|
Mohsin Hamid |
ff16499
|
You can't be another person's honesty, child, but you can be your own.
|
|
love
relationships
|
Jeanette Winterson |
2c86510
|
Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious.
|
|
kafka-on-the-shore
love
miss-saeki
murakami
|
Haruki Murakami |
e8d5a81
|
"You also," he said, lowering his voice, "haven't yet thanked me for saving you from sitting in the flower bed." She didn't even look up. "It was entirely your fault that I nearly did. If you hadn't sneaked up on me, I wouldn't have been in any danger of landing in the weeds." She glanced briefly at him, a touch of color in her cheeks. "A gentleman would have coughed or something." Vane trapped her gaze, and smiled--a slow, Cynster smile. "Ah," he murmured, his voice very low. He shifted fractionally closer. "But, you see, I'm not a gentleman. I'm a Cynster." As if letting her into some secret, he gently informed her: "We're conquerors--not gentlemen."
|
|
love
|
Stephanie Laurens |
dc5ecd6
|
Yet magic is no more the art of employing consciously invisible means to produce visible effects. Will, love, and imagination are magic powers that everyone possesses; and whoever knows how to develop them to their fullest extent is a magician. Magic has but one dogma, namely, that the seen is the measure of the unseen.
|
|
love
magic
will
|
W. Somerset Maugham |
8b1e9ac
|
What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?
|
|
love
mates
|
Lora Leigh |
d1ec482
|
Everytime Ah see uh patch uh roses uh somethin' oversportin' theyselves makin' out they pretty, Ah tell 'em 'Ah want yuh tuh see mah Janie sometime.' You must let de flowers see yuh sometimes, heah, Janie?
|
|
love
|
Zora Neale Hurston |
ad3bda3
|
While you're governing the colony and I'm writing political philosophy, They'll never guess that in the darkness of night we sneak into each other's room and play checkers and have pillow fights.
|
|
ender
humans
kids
life
love
reality
truth
|
Orson Scott Card |
aae3625
|
What is it about intimacy that makes it so very disturbing?
|
|
life
love
|
Jeanette Winterson |
66d7ed2
|
"I'm going home to an old country farmhouse, once green, rather faded now, set among leafless apple orchards. There is a brook below and a December fir wood beyond, where I've heard harps swept by the fingers of rain and wind. There is a pond nearby that will be gray and brooding now. There will be two oldish ladies in the house, one tall and thin, one short and fat; and there will be two twins, one a perfect model, the other what Mrs. Lynde calls a 'holy terror.' There will be a little room upstairs over the porch, where old dreams hang thick, and a big, fat, glorious feather bed which will almost seem the height of luxury after a boardinghouse mattress. How do you like my picture, Phil?" "It seems a very dull one," said Phil, with a grimace. "Oh, but I've left out the transforming thing," said Anne softly. "There'll be love there, Phil--faithful, tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world--love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colors are not very brilliant?" Phil silently got up, tossed her box of chocolates away, went up to Anne, and put her arms about her. "Anne, I wish I was like you," she said soberly." --
|
|
love
|
L.M. Montgomery |
813ce82
|
She had seen just now what she had only sensed before, that the whole world was ready to be their enemy, and suddenly what she and Carol had together seemed no longer love or anything happy but a monster between them, with each of them caught in a fist.
|
|
impossible-love
lesbian
lgbt
love
patricia-highsmith
society
starcrossed-lovers
the-price-of-salt
|
Patricia Highsmith |
7ac32d5
|
In the meantime, I'll wish it upon a star.'- Michael Cooper
|
|
hope
love
star
wish
|
Julie Ann Knudsen |
809c110
|
I loved you when I was eight. I loved you when I was twelve. I loved you when I was twenty, and I... I love you now.
|
|
happy
in-love
love
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
f627953
|
"And I know things are...screwed up between us. I know that. Even if you tell me you'd rather hump a Nightcrawler's leg than forgive me, I'm still going to be there for you." I pushed myself onto my elbows." You're going to go against Hell-against your boss? He grinned as he shrugged. "Yes." "Why would you risk that?" His eyes met mine. " You know the reason, deep down, you know."
|
|
love
risking-it-all
roth
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
086fc70
|
I am, at this moment, what I have always been to him: an object of beauty. He has never loved me as a woman.
|
|
history
love
objectification
objectification-of-women
women
|
Philippa Gregory |
9b8ce98
|
I was in love with him. I knew that much was true. Love was the swelling, hopeful feeling in my chest every time I saw him. Love was the way I could forget about everything when I was with him. Love was the catch in my breath when he looked at me in his intense way. Love was the gasp he could draw out of me with the simplest of touches. Love was the way I could... I could be myself around him, know that I didn't need to be perfect or worry about what he was thinking, because he accepted me.
|
|
love
romance
the-problem-with-forever
ya
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
d746cbc
|
What you love is your own love. It's not love, it's selfishness. It's not me you think of, but what you feel about me.
|
|
love
selfish
selfishness
|
John Fowles |
db5d494
|
Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hospital in the first place.
|
|
illness
love
steve
summer
|
Nicholas Sparks |
fa0d69a
|
I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.
|
|
love
swoon-worthy
|
Tammara Webber |
d8a6312
|
"Being in love is...anxious," he said. "Wanting to please, worrying that she will see me as I really am. But wanting to be known. That is...you're naked, moaning in the dark, no dignity at all...I wanted her to see me and to love me even though she knew everything I am, and I knew her"
|
|
inspiration
life
love
love-quotes
naked
truth
|
Audrey Niffenegger |
8a6ae1f
|
Although claiming my true identity as a child of God, I still live as though the God to whom I am returning demands an explanation. I still think about his love as conditional and about home as a place I am not yet fully sure of. While walking home, I keep entertaining doubts about whether I will be truly welcome when I get there. As I look at my spiritual journey, my long and fatiguing trip home, I see how full it is of guilt about the past and worries about the future. I realize my failures and know that I have lost the dignity of my sonship, but I am not yet able to fully believe that where my failings are great, 'grace is always greater.' Still clinging to my sense of worthlessness, I project for myself a place far below that which belongs to the son, (p. 52).
|
|
dignity
doubts
failure
failures
god
grace
guilt
home
identity
love
son
sonship
worries
worry
worthlessness
|
Henri J.M. Nouwen |
5854480
|
I was only twelve. But I knew how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of body and morals. It was that love that was no more bad than wind and sea and sand lying side by side forever. It was made of all the warm long days together at the beach, and the humming quiet days of droning education at the school. All the long Autumn days of the years past when I carried her books home from school.
|
|
beach
child
education
fall
forever
love
morals
october
school
|
Ray Bradbury |
0e9731e
|
The smooth folds of her dress concealed a tumultuous heart, and her modest lips told nothing of her torment. She was in love.
|
|
love
madame-bovary
quotes
|
Gustave Flaubert |
25d8465
|
I knew then that this is how God loves us all and receives us all, and that there is no such thing in this universe as hell, except maybe in our own terrified minds. Because if even one broken and limited human being could experience even one such episode of absolute forgiveness and acceptance of her own self, then imagine--just imagine!--what God, in all His eternal compassion, can forgive and accept.
|
|
compassion
forgiveness
god
love
people
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
88f8312
|
"This doesn't mean anything," Haley whispers as she reaches up and pulls at the Velcro of my glove. "Yes, it does." I bring my arms to my sides and the instant the gloves fall to the floor, my hands latch on to that beautiful body. "Tell me, Haley. Please tell me it does because this means something to me."
|
|
love
romance
swoon
|
Katie McGarry |
d35c109
|
"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"
|
|
home
love
moon
night
wink
|
Julia Quinn |
045a427
|
When I tell you not to marry without love, I do not advise you to marry for love alone - there are many, many other things to be considered.
|
|
family
love
marriage
|
Anne Brontë |
be742b9
|
I do love her, and that's odd because she is everything I detest in anyone else.
|
|
john-steinbeck
love
odd
the-winter-of-our-discontent
|
John Steinbeck |
56647e7
|
He would find his Susie,inside his young son. Give that love to the living.
|
|
death
inspirational
loss
love
|
Alice Sebold |
9f57418
|
And Pantalaimon didn't ask why, because he knew; and he didn't ask whether Lyra loved Roger more than him, because he knew the true answer to that, too. And he knew that if he spoke, she wouldn't be able to resist; so the daemon held himself quiet so as not to distress the human who was abandoning him, and now they were both pretending that it wouldn't hurt, it wouldn't be long before they were together again, it was all for the best. But Will knew that the little girl was tearing her heart out of her breast.
|
|
love
sacrifice
soul
|
Philip Pullman |
e6c6846
|
{ } heart was fathomlessly deep, long acquainted with humility, patience, sacrifice. His little home amid the roses was austerely simple; he knew the worthlessness of luxury, the joy of few possessions. The modesty with which he wore his scientific fame repeatedly reminded me of the trees that bend low with the burden of ripening fruits; it is the barren tree that lifts its head high in an empty boast. I was in New York when, in 1926, my dear passed away. In tears I thought, 'Oh, I would gladly walk all the way from here to Santa Rosa for one more glimpse of him!' Locking myself away from secretaries and visitors, I spent the next twenty-four hours in seclusion... name has now passed into the heritage of common speech. Listing 'burbank' as a transitive verb, Webster's New International Dictionary defines it: 'To cross or graft (a plant). Hence, figuratively, to improve (anything, as a process or institution) by selecting good features and rejecting bad, or by adding good features.' 'Beloved ,' I cried after reading the definition, 'your very name is now a synonym for goodness!
|
|
brotherhood
burbank
death
friendship
goodness
grief
joy
love
luther-burbank
modesty
mourning
new-york
sadness
science
|
Paramahansa Yogananda |
41d4c96
|
"It's you," I said, not able to look away. "It's how I feel when I'm with you. How I think I've always felt. You're my lightning-struck heart. It doesn't matter about the cornerstone. It doesn't matter about who I am or who you are. Not to me. I think it would have always been this way for me. Even if we had never escaped the slums. Ever since the beginning. Ever since I've known you, you've struck my heart, and now I have to let you go because you're not mine to keep. I need someone that I can be strong for. But I need someone who can also be strong for me."
|
|
love
sam-of-wilds
|
T.J. Klune |
8f7ee65
|
You are a door to an existence she does not desire, but even if the room beyond is repugnant, that door has won a portion of her affection.
|
|
desire
love
relationships
|
Mohsin Hamid |
075ddff
|
mndh dhlk lHyn wklhm yGtbT msbqan blnwm swy@. w'myl tqryban llqwl b'n lhdf mn ljm` blnsb@ lhm lm ykn lnshw@ bl ln`s ldhy y`qbh. why, khS@, lm tkn tstTy` 'n tnm mn dwnh. lw Sdf wbqyt wHyd@ fy shqth lSGyr@ (lty lm t`d l mjrd khd`@) knt Gyr qdr@ `l~ GmD jfn Tyl@ llyl. 'm byn dhr`yh fknt tGfw dy'man mhm tkn drj@ DTrbh. kn yrwy mn 'jlh bSwt khft qSSan ybtd`h 'w trWhtin wklmt mDHk@ y`ydh blhj@ rtyb@. knt hdhh lklmt ttHwl fy mkhyWlth l~ rw'~ mshwWsh@ t'khdh bydh l~ lHlm l'wl. kn ymlk t'thyran khrqan `l~ Gfy'h wknt tGfw fy ldqyq@ lty yqrr hw 'n yntqyh.
|
|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
e10f782
|
If you imagine that I have the smallest desire to receive your hand as a reward for having performed a difficult task to your satisfaction you're beside the bridge, my child! I've no fancy for a reluctant wife. I want your love, not your gratitude.
|
|
gratitude
love
|
Georgette Heyer |
a8c521f
|
What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream.
|
|
comfort-of-love
fear
fear-of-losing-loved-ones
love
|
Cormac McCarthy |
d736c01
|
He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven--at least in this life--was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened.
|
|
fleeting
fright
heaven
life-and-living
love
nostalgic
sky
tears
yearn
yearning
|
Mary Balogh |
6b966f1
|
"And I really wanted to see you, too," she said. "When I couldn't see you any more, I realized that. It was as clear as if the planets all of a sudden lined up in a row for me. I really need you. You're a part of me; I'm a part of you."
|
|
love
murakami
need
sputnik-sweetheart
|
Haruki Murakami |
b546d7f
|
It wasn't like there was some obvious change. Actually, the problem was more a lack of change. Nothing about her had changed - the way she spoke, her clothes, the topics she chose to talk about, her opinions - they were all the same as before. Their relationship was like a pendulum gradually grinding to a halt, and he felt out of synch.
|
|
love
monotony
relationship
|
Haruki Murakami |
9185732
|
Sex is like money; only too much is enough.
|
|
love
money
passion
power
sex
|
John Updike |
72a9eed
|
There was something about total loyalty, uncritical devotion, endless patience, perpetual forgiveness and the general inability to believe that a loved one could ever do anything wrong that, frankly, just gave him the creeps.
|
|
forgiveness
love
loyalty
patience
|
Joanne Harris |
0715b66
|
Love is supposed to be scary. If it was easy, everyone would do it.
|
|
love
scary
|
Susan Mallery |
e43e3fd
|
What do you mean, 'Angle of Repose?' she asked me when I dreamed we were talking about Grandmother's life, and I said it was the angle at which a man or woman finally lies down. I suppose it is; and yet ... I thought when I began, and still think, that there was another angle in all those years when she was growing old and older and very old, and Grandfather was matching her year for year, a separate line that did not intersect with hers. They were vertical people, they lived by pride, and it is only by the ocular illusion of perspective that they can be said to have met. But he had not been dead two months when she lay down and died too, and that may indicate that at that absolute vanishing point they did intersect. They had intersected for years, for more than he especially would ever admit.
|
|
intersection
life-lines
love
marriage
married-life
matrimony
parallels
perspective
pride
resignation
separation
|
Wallace Stegner |
e2df4db
|
It is reasonable to love the Absolute absolutely for the same reason it is reasonable to love the relative relatively.
|
|
absolutism
catholicism
christianity
god
jesus-shock
love
philosophy
reasonable
relativism
spirituality
theology
|
Peter Kreeft |
394c4f1
|
I didn't think saying good-bye would be so hard. And with everything that's to come-- We'll face it together. To whatever end.
|
|
goodbye
love
queen-of-shadows
sarah-j-maas
|
Sarah J. Maas |
cec517f
|
"I want you to know," I whispered, "that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored-- to be your mate."
|
|
love
rhysand
|
Sarah J. Maas |
07f74d8
|
"He took my hand, interlacing our fingers. "We can make whatever rules we want. You have every right to question me, push me--both in private and in public." A snort. "Of course, if you decide to truly kick my ass, I might request that it's done behind closed doors so I don't have to suffer centuries of teasing, but--"
|
|
feyre
love
rhysand
young-adult
|
Sarah J. Maas |
760fe05
|
My desire, my sincere and heartfelt desire is to rip that surprisingly sheer garment from your body, toss you onto that bed, and indeed ravish you from head to toe. I wish to make love to you until you are too exhausted to do so much as stand without support. Until you call out my name in your dreams and reach for me in your sleep. Until you can think of no one and nothing beyond the touch of my hand, the caress of my lips.
|
|
love
romance
|
Victoria Alexander |
a9daaa1
|
Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart.
|
|
heart
love
romance
|
E.M. Forster |
e520e98
|
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love-- I and my Annabel Lee--
|
|
edgar-allan-poe
love
poem
|
Edgar Allan Poe |
958fbe6
|
"They'd had fun, for sure. They laughed and enjoyed being together. But if she was painfully honest with herself, something was missing. Something in the way Tim looked at her. She remembered her mom's word. "I saw the way he looked at you...he adores you." Maybe that was it. Tim looked at her on a surface level. He smiled and seemed happy to see her. But When Cody looked at her, there were no layers left, nothing her didn't reveal, nothing he couldn't see. He didn't really look at her so much as he looked into her. To the deepest, most real places in her heart and soul."
|
|
cody-coleman
love
|
Karen Kingsbury |
c2f0ae0
|
"I'm going home to an old country farmhouse, once green, rather faded now, set among leafless apple orchards. There is a brook below and a December fir wood beyond, where I've heard harps swept by the fingers of rain and wind. There is a pond nearby that will be gray and brooding now. There will be two oldish ladies in the house, one tall and thin, one short and fat; and there will be two twins, one a perfect model, the other what Mrs. Lynde calls a 'holy terror.' There will be a little room upstairs over the porch, where old dreams hang thick, and a big, fat, glorious feather bed which will almost seem the height of luxury after a boardinghouse mattress. How do you like my picture, Phil?" "It seems a very dull one," said Phil, with a grimace. "Oh, but I've left out the transforming thing," said Anne softly. "There'll be love there, Phil--faithful, tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world--love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colors are not very brilliant?" Phil silently got up, tossed her box of chocolates away, went up to Anne, and put her arms about her. "Anne, I wish I was like you," she said soberly."
|
|
love
|
L.M. Montgomery |
c7ebfb3
|
What does life give me in the end but sorrow? What do love's good and evil send but sorrow? I've only seen one true companion - pain, And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.
|
|
love
love-quotes-and-sayings
poetry
quote
quotes
sadness
sorrow
|
Hafez |
d4c5590
|
"You know how it goes: at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God. Then you abandoned life and lover
|
|
beloved
celebrate
celebrating
celebration
christ
divine
divinity
glimpse
god
goes
hafez
hafiz
in-love
jesus
kamand
kamand-kojouri
know
kojouri
life
love
love-is-love
love-movement
love-revolution
love-wins
lover
point
religion
rumi
someone
spiritual
spirituality
sufi
sufism
universe
worship
worshipping
|
Kamand Kojouri |
da63b76
|
Life and a lover
|
|
love
|
Virginia Woolf |
36e6c69
|
If you ever loved anything in your life, try to remember it. If you ever betrayed anything, pretend for a moment that you have been forgiven. If you ever feared anything, pretend for an instant that those days are gone and will never return. Buy the lie and hold to it for as long as you can. Press your familiar, whatever its name, to your breast and stroke it till it purrs.
|
|
life
love
pain
|
Roger Zelazny |
67cd181
|
First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey. They were not love letters, but Lieutenant Cross was hoping, so he kept them folded in plastic at the bottom of his rusack. In the late afternoon, after a day's march, he would dig his foxhole, wash his hands under a canteen, unwrap the letters, hold them with the tips of his fingers, and spend the last hour of light pretending.
|
|
love
war
|
Tim O'Brien |
265c4aa
|
She tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.
|
|
love
romance
|
Holly Black |
591a67c
|
In times of youth, drinking is better. With the joyful, linking is better. The world is a mere temporal inn; With the shipwrecked, sinking is better.
|
|
love
|
Hafez |
dde6a97
|
"Because the night you asked me, the small scar of the quarter moon had healed - the moon was whole again; because life seemed so short; because life stretched out before me like the halls of a nightmare; because I knew exactly what I wanted; because I knew exactly nothing; because I shed my childhood with my clothes - they both had years of wear in them; because your eyes were darker than my father's; because my father said I could do better; because I wanted badly to say no; because Stanly Kowalski shouted "Stella...;" because you were a door I could slam shut; because endings are written before beginnings; because I knew that after twenty years you'd bring the plants inside for winter and make a jungle we'd sleep in naked; because I had free will;
|
|
future
love
marriage
|
Linda Pastan |
0d1572e
|
"How can you be a lover of love
|
|
faith
god
hafez
hafiz
impossible
in-love
kamand
kamand-kojouri
kojouri
love
love-movement
love-poems
love-quotes
love-revolution
love-wins
lover
religion
rumi
spiritual
spirituality
sufi
sufism
|
Kamand Kojouri |
697caf8
|
My heart is a Latin American food stall and your love is a health inspector from Zurich.
|
|
love
|
Tom Robbins |
691fd75
|
She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.
|
|
love
shame
|
Christopher Moore |
6e53f94
|
Why didn't you dare it before? he asked harshly. When I hadn't a job? When I was starving? When I was just as I am now, as a man, as an artist, the same Martin Eden? That's the question. I've been asking myself for many a day. My brain is the same old brain. And what is puzzling me is why they want me now. Surely they don't want me for myself, for myself the same olf self they did not want. They must want me for something else, for something that is outside of me, for something that is not I. Shall I tell you what that something is? It is for the recognition I have recieved. That recognition is not I. Then again for the money I have earned and am earnin. But money is not I. And is it for the recognition and money, that you now want me?
|
|
love
martin-eden
thought
|
Jack London |
573f979
|
The ability to find sparks may be buried so deep in you that you stop believing there's a God. Until someone comes along, with so much light in her that you can't help but see your own, and when you're together,that light grows even brighter.
|
|
light
love
self
|
Jodi Picoult |
cab5a7f
|
It's miles worse for you than that; I'm in love with your gamekeeper.
|
|
love
|
E.M. Forster |
83a15ae
|
Because sometimes it doesn't help to chase after the thing you want. No. Sometimes you have to wait, however long it takes, until what you want most comes to you.
|
|
love
|
Eleanor Herman |
fbc942e
|
On our earth we can only love sincerely with suffering and through suffering. We do not know how to love any other way and know no other love. I want to suffer so that I can love. I desire, I thirst in this moment to kiss, weeping tears, that very earth which I left and I do not desire or accept life on any other ! . . .
|
|
love
suffering-of-humanity
|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
baa44f7
|
I was wrong when I said that I did not regret the past. I do regret it; I weep for that past love which can never return. Who is to blame, I do not know. Love remains, but not the old love; its place remains, but it all wasted away and has lost all strength and substance; recollections are still left, and gratitude; but...
|
|
loss
love
regret
|
Leo Tolstoy |
575e30f
|
"Who's Jessie?" "My Yugo" "You have a name for your Yugo? Please don't tell me you're one of those guys who also names his dick." "Unfortunately, I've yet to find the perfect name for mine, so it's in this netherworld of nameless identity right now."
|
|
humor
love
|
Rachel Cohn |
58fdca9
|
l shk 'n lHb qdr `l~ tGyyr kl shy' f~ Hy@ lnsn khll ftr@ zmny@ qSyr@ . lkn , whdh hw lwjh lkhr llmydly@ , hnk sh`wr 'khr ymkn n yqwm lky'n lbshr~ l~ m`rj mkhtlf@ tmm `n tlk lt~ kn ys`~ lyh , wh~ lys .
|
|
love
|
Paulo Coelho |
85f155c
|
Of them all, it was the true love. Of them all, it was the best. That other sumptuous love which made one drunk, which one longed for, envied, believed in, that was not life. It was what life was seeking; it was a suspension of life. But to be close to a child, for whom one spent everything, whose life was protected and nourished by one's own, to have that child beside one, at peace, was the real, the deepest, the only joy.
|
|
love
parental-love
|
James Salter |
90b41dd
|
The truth is that we don't want to be saved by in the way God has chosen; we want to keep absolute control over our every step, to be fully conscious of our decisions, to be capable of choosing the object of our devotion. It isn't like that with love - it arrives, moves in, and starts directing everything.
|
|
hope
inspirational
love
paulo-coelho
unexpected
|
Paulo Coelho |
213f1de
|
Silence made space for other people's words, which was important for those who needed to be listened to.
|
|
listened
listening
love
rachel-simon
silence
the-story-of-beautiful-girl
word
words
|
Rachel Simon |
3991672
|
Your attitude toward others, work, and your daily life is a reflection of your attitude toward God.
|
|
christian
daily
faith
god
life
love
reflect
reflection
walk
woman
|
Elizabeth George |
2ba12bb
|
You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.
|
|
destiny
fate
jondalar
love
|
Jean M. Auel |
d2ea97d
|
Never marry a person who is not a friend of your excitement.
|
|
love
marriage
marriage-advice
passion
|
Nathaniel Branden |
37dfe5a
|
You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me, wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me! The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat...
|
|
love
rememberance
|
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
0f68f68
|
When you don't know what you're searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere.
|
|
love
searching
|
Holly Black |
0098369
|
How anxiously I yearned for those I had forsake
|
|
departure
love
missing-someone
unbearable
yearning
|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
a2a57ab
|
"Pulling through is what people do around here. There is a kind of bravery in their lives that isn't bravery at all. It is automatic, unflinching, a mix of man and machine, consuming and unquestionable obligation meeting illness move for move in a giant even-steven game of chess - an unending round of something that looks like shadowboxing, though between love and death, which is the shadow? "Everyone admires us for our courage," says one man. "They have no idea what they're talking about." "Courage requires options," the man adds. "There are options," says a woman with a thick suede headband. "You could give up. You could fall apart." "No you can't. Nobody does. I've never seen it," says the man. "Well, not really fall apart."
|
|
courage
death
death-and-love
death-and-sickness
death-of-a-loved-one
illness
love
|
Lorrie Moore |
8de4abc
|
Not forever,' he said onto my mouth. And though I knew it was a lie, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.
|
|
forever
kiss
love
tamlin
|
Sarah J. Maas |
fb8b412
|
You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love.
|
|
intimate
love
tietjens
|
Ford Madox Ford |
913a968
|
For when a woman resists an unwelcome passion, she is obeying to the full the law of her sex; the initial gesture of refusal is, so to speak, a primordial instinct in every female, and even if she rejects the most ardent passion she cannot be called inhuman. But how disastrous it is when fate upsets the balance, when a woman so far overcomes her natural modesty as to disclose her passion to a man, when, without the certainty of its being reciprocated, she offers her love, and he, the wooed, remains cold and on the defensive! An insoluble tangle this, always; for not to return a woman's love is to shatter her pride, to violate her modesty. The man who rejects a woman's advances is bound to wound her in her noblest feelings. In vain, then, all the tenderness with which he extricates himself, useless all his polite, evasive phrases, insulting all his offers of mere friendship, once she has revealed her weakness! His resistance inevitably becomes cruelty, and in rejecting a woman's love he takes a load of guild upon his conscience, guiltless though he may be. Abominable fetters that can never be cast off!
|
|
love
male-perspective
modesty
pride
rejection
unrequited-love
|
Stefan Zweig |
4131837
|
"Would you ever sleep with me?" he questioned once. "Never," she'd replied, her large eyes shining in the bluish glow from his TV set, "but I love you... in a different way. I'll always be loyal to you, I'll never betray you, that's how I love people."
|
|
asexuality
betrayal
glow
love
loyal
sleep
television
|
Rebecca McNutt |
102c541
|
Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel. His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl.
|
|
jealousy
love
|
Tamora Pierce |
5bb9e7b
|
"All that hatred down there," he said, "all that hatred and misery and love. It's a wonder it doesn't blow the avenue apart."
|
|
love
misery
|
James Baldwin |
6a2b7e3
|
Only God may be adored, because only God is unlimited goodness, truth, and beauty, and thus only God deserves unlimited love.
|
|
beauty
catholicism
christianity
god
goodness
inspirational
jesus-shock
love
philosophy
spirituality
theology
truth
unlimited-beauty
unlimited-goodness
unlimited-love
unlimited-truth
|
Peter Kreeft |
c6cd995
|
mn ybGy <> bstmrr, `lyh 'n yst`d ywman llSb@ bldwr. lkn m hw ldwr? 'hw lkhwf mn lsqwT? wlkn lmdh nSb bldwr `l~ shrf@ lsTH Ht~ wlw knt mzwd@ bdrbzyn mtyn? dhlk 'n ldwr shy mkhtlf `n lkhwf mn lsqwT. nh Swt lfrG yndyn mn l'sfl fyjdhbn wyftnn. nh lrGb@ fy lsqwT lty nqwmh fym b`d wqt 'Sbtn ldh`r.
|
|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
0e04761
|
nh lmn lmDHk-lmbky 'n tSyr 'khlqn lHsn@ bltHdyd fy SlH lshrT@, wlsbb 'nn lm nt`lm lkdhb. fSyG@ l'mr: <> lty rsWkhh abw'h w'mhtn fy 'dhhnn, tj`ln nsh`r bTryq@in aly@ bl`r Hyn nkdhb Ht~ wlw kn 'mm lshrTy ldhy ystjwbn. wnh l'shla `lyn 'n ntkhSm m`h w'n nshtmh (whdh l m`n~ lh) mn 'n nkdhb `lyh SrH@ (fym hdh hw l'mr lwHyd ldhy yjdr lqym bh).
|
|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
d129fac
|
kn dhlk tlmyHan l~ l`br@ lmwsyqy@ l'khyr@ mn rb`y@ bythwvn l'khyr@ lty tt'lf mn htyn lfkrtyn: 'lys mn dhlk bduW? lys mn dhlk bdW. wlky ykwn m`n~ hdhh lklmt wDHan jlyan, dwWn bythwvn fy mTl` l`br@ lmwsyqy@ l'khyr@ lklmt ltly@: <>.
|
|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
01563d0
|
Nothing loved is ever lost or perished.
|
|
love
perished
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
3353816
|
It was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn't know what was at stake to lose, you had nothing to fight for.
|
|
loss
love
rape
relationships
survivor
trauma
|
Jodi Picoult |
19cdc45
|
She knows the truth can cause a sharp pain behind your eyes and that love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat.
|
|
love
pain
truth
|
Jodi Picoult |
fee2c32
|
The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow.
|
|
love
|
Jodi Picoult |
908b9b5
|
Nate stared, slack-jawed as the cab merged with the traffic and became impossible to spot. That was it. They chose each other. Just then, the dark sky lit up with fireworks. A cab sailing the street honked in celebration . In the night air , Nate thought he could hear Serena and Blairs' laughter, though he knew that was impossible; they were too far away by now. But as we know, in this city anything is possible
|
|
boys
friendship
love
|
Cecily von Ziegesar |