#ado

Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#shadow #unrequited-love #love

Adoption is a redemptive response to tragedy that happens in this broken world. ↗

— Katie J. Davis

#unplanned-pregnancy #love

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #words #worship #love

No matter how many leaves would the tree of your soul have in front of the intense heat in the words of Time in this world, they can never shade the eternity lost inside you. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#love #shadow #soul #world #love

And even though I adore the fact that Francesca has Ben's eyes, I also see now that her biological connection to us is irrelevant. She is her own little person. She is Francesca. If we weren't her "natural" parents, we would still have loved her just as much. ↗

— Liane Moriarty

#child #love

Technically, the weight of pain is the weight of shadow. ↗

— Carl Phillips

#shadow #love

...this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of Arbell had been searching for some time for a way to leave her lover—although she was unaware of this, it is only fair to record. And so as Cale waited for her to save him while he worked out a way of saving her, she had already chosen the bitter but reasonable path of the good, of the many over the one... ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bad #beat #bitter #cale

Fifteen-year-old girls produce children with sixteen-year-old boys in the backseat of cars and in the stairwells of apartment buildings. Why can't two loving adults who have contemplated parenthood and are prepared to offer love, patience, and devotion come up with enough chromosomal matter to stick together and create a child? ↗

— Scott Simon

#gay-parents #parenting #love

Once I saw Graham - wholly unconscious of her proximity - push her with his restless foot. She receded an inch or two. A minute after one little hand stole out from beneath her face, to which it had been pressed, and softly caressed the heedless foot. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#graham #polly #unrequited-love #villette #love

...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words... ↗

— John Geddes

#liturgy #love #sacred #words #love