#des

It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#hungry #kiss #love #memory #someone

That which compels us to create a substitute for ourselves is not the external lack of objects, but our incapacity to lovingly include a thing outside of ourselves ↗

— C.G. Jung

#indolence #object-of-desire #love

Love is alcohol. ↗

— Katherine Applegate

#beach-blondes #drinking #katherine-applegate #love #summer

The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love. ↗

— Cassia Leo

#self-destruction #love

You’re a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#hate #jamie-weise #love #love-hate-relationship #mess

We must never expect discretion in first love: it is accompanied by such excessive joy that unless the joy is allowed to overflow, it will choke you. ↗

— Alexandre Dumas

#indescretion #joy #love #the-three-musketeers #love

Time will come that all that we love, we will eventually lose, and all that we hate we will eventually face. ↗

— F. Sionil José

#love #love

Kiss me. My lips are on fire. You, my friend, are the object of my secret desire. ↗

— Lisa Canfield

#love #love

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#fleeting-possession #gain #greed #dreams

Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends, for it is one of God's best gifts. It involves many things, but above all, the power of going out of one's self and appreciating whatever is noble and loving in another. ↗

— Thomas Hughes

#love