#dl

There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#cat-s #cradle #kurt #vonnegut #love

There is a duality to darkness known only to those who’ve been infected by its touch. Everyone knows the shadows: shallow, comfortable, mostly harmless places where one might nest for a night. But the depths of living pitch only visit the aristocracy of madmen and women who’ve unwittingly pledged fealty to the curse. For some, it outright ruins minds like a hound to fresh meat; for others, it wanes into the deepest parts of its less caustic sibling and waits for the time to strike, returning periodically through life like an incurable disease. ↗

— Darrell Drake

#bedlamite #darkness #dementia #insanity #lunacy

You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story. ↗

— Marian Keyes

#stories #love

Like an unfinished symphony, her story played on my mind for most of my life. It would rock to the tune of the passage of time, an adagio of high notes, low notes an illusive movements. Then when I least expected it, I happened upon the missing notes in the life of Charlotte Howe Taylor. ↗

— Sally Armstrong

#adventure-romance #adventuresome-women #canadian #historical #native-american

Boredom was at the root of Lazare's unhappiness, an oppressive, unremitting boredom, exuding from everything like the muddy water of a poisoned spring. He was bored with leisure, with work, with himself even more than with others. Meanwhile he blamed his own idleness for it, he ended by being ashamed of it. ↗

— Émile Zola

#idleness #zola #life

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you," you said with a shrug. "All you have to do is say my name and I know." ..."Can't you hear it?" you said. "When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love #picoult #love

But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#aura #bloodlines #cute #love #richelle-mead

When you love someone, it's never over,' Dr. Carruthers replied gently. 'You move on, because you have to, but you bring him in your heart. ↗

— Elizabeth Chandler

#elizabeth-chandler #kissed-by-an-angel #love #moving-on #love

Every night I cuddle with a blob of unbaked clay I fashioned in the shape of a woman. But that’s what being in love is all about. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#blob #clay #cuddle #love #night

You know what they say," Dad said. "If you love something, set it free." "What if he doesn't come back?" "Some things do, some things don't," he said, reaching over to tweak her nose. "I'll always come back to you anyway." "You don't light up," Hadley pointed out, but Dad only smiled. "I do when I'm with you. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#hadley-sullivan #love