#al

I don’t understand the hatred and fear of gays and bisexuals and lesbians… it’s a concept I honestly cannot grasp. To me, it’s not who you love… a man, a woman, what have you… it’s the fact that you love. That is all that truly matters. ↗

— Al Pacino

#gays #lesbian #love #love

I love how he sometimes gets embarrassed by the mushy stuff between us and then his voice gets all gruff and he tickles me or kisses me to shut us both up. Boy, do we ever kiss. We make out like champions. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#love

Why shouldn't I hate her? She did the worst thing to me that anyone can do to anyone else. Let them believe that they're loved and wanted and then show them that it's all a sham. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#betrayal #love

She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#love

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#love

You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here’s a hint—ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn’t just the women. It’s the great male fantasy—all it takes is one dance to know that she’s the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know—this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. And they don’t want a very long courtship. They want to know immediately. ↗

— Rachel Cohn

#love #love

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#haymitch #katniss #love #peeta #quote

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #love #peeta-mellark #love

They kissed for the first time then in the cold spring rain, though neither one of them now knew that it was raining. Tristran's heart pounded in his chest as if it was not big enough to contain all the joy that it held. He opened his eyes as he kissed the star. Her sky-blue eyes stared back into his, and in her eyes he could see no parting from her. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#kiss #love #love

Regardless of the staggering dimensions of the world about us, the density of our ignorance, the risks of catastrophes to come, and our individual weakness within the immense collectivity, the fact remains that we are absolutely free today if we choose to will our existence in its finiteness, a finiteness which is open on the infinite. And in fact, any man who has known real loves, real revolts, real desires, and real will knows quite well that he has no need of any outside guarantee to be sure of his goals; their certitude comes from his own drive. ↗

— Simone de Beauvoir

#feminism #philosophy #love