#dora

My lovers suffocate me! Crowding my lips, and thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls...coming naked to me at night, Crying by day Ahoy from the rocks of the river...swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flowerbeds or vines or tangled underbrush, Or while I swim in the bath....or drink from the pump on the corner....or the curtain is down at the opera.....or I glimpse at a woman’s face in the railroad car; Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft and balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine ↗

— Walt Whitman

#affection #life

The first act of insight is throw away the labels. In fiction, while we do not necessarily write about ourselves, we write out of ourselves, using ourselves; what we learn from, what we are sensitive to, what we feel strongly about--these become our characters and go to make our plots. Characters in fiction are conceived from within, and they have, accordingly, their own interior life; they are individuals every time. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#writing #life

Lovers alone wear sunlight. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#love #poetry #love

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. ↗

— William Goldman

#ardor #love #love

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#infatuation #love #obsession #love

You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love #love

In my rush, I hadn't tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me. He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn't care. "There," he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. "Now you won't fall." Too late. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#couples #love #mara-dyer #noah-shaw #ya

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#antipathy #women #love

So does that mean you're going to fall in love with me again? What makes you think i ever stopped? ↗

— Nora Roberts

#hidden-riches #jed #love

He had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#agnes-is-adorable #anne-brontë #quotes #love