#gr

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow. ↗

— Thomas Paine

#strength #struggle #triumph #love

Ang great love mo, hindi mo makakatuluyan. Ang makakatuluyan mo ay yung correct love. ↗

— Ricky Lee

#great-love #love #pag-ibig #love

If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass. ↗

— Cath Crowley

#graffiti-moon #love #love

I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night," Patch told me gravely. "I want to take care of you, cherish you, and love you in a way no other man ever could. I want to spoil you- every kiss, every touch, every thought, they all belong to you. I'll make you happy. Every day, I'll make you happy. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#finale #hush-hush #love #nora-grey #patch-and-nora

All that is good in Heaven and on Earth is born of love. This war is not just. This war is not good. Love is the only thing worth fighting for. ↗

— Lauren Kate

#love

Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#rilke #sam-roth #love

Sometimes she'd go a whole day without thinking of him or missing him. Why not? She had quite a full life, and really, he'd often been hard to deal with and hard to live with. A project, the Yankee oldtimers like her very own Dad might have said. And then sometimes a day would come, a gray one (or a sunny one) when she missed him so fiercely she felt empty, not a woman at all anymore but just a dead tree filled with cold November blow. She felt like that now, felt like hollering his name and hollering him home, and her heart turned sick with the thought of the years ahead and she wondered what good love was if it came to this, to even ten seconds of feeling like this. ↗

— Stephen King

#love #life

You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes. "No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate. ↗

— E.L. James

#anastasia #anastasia-steele #celibate #christian #christian-grey

Will you tell me again?" he asked, almost shyly. "Will you tell me what I am?" "You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel. ↗

— Lauren Kate

#lucinda-price #love

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tessa-gray #love