#iran

Why is it that when your life is at a breaking point, every freaking song on the radio relates to it. If I heard one more sad song, I was going to rip the radio out of the dash and toss it out on the road. ↗

— Jennifer Foor

#monologue #family

Commitment and family were important decisions, but so were matters of t he heart. [Monique] might not know much about politics, but she knew she couldn’t command her heart to love. And she’d never be pressured into giving herself to Eero, not to appease her family or to strengthen her brother’s political position. She’d seen all she cared to of him and his power in the short week that he pursued her and that night he’d tried to bind their powers without her consent. ↗

— Constance Phillips

#fairyproof #keiran #monique #paranormal-romance #family

Kau lahir penuh harapan dan kau memberiku sedikit harapan itu. ↗

— Fenny Wong

#harapan #keigo #kelahiran #love #family

One man’s fight is another man’s freedom. ↗

— Amaya Ellman

#broken-shells #freedom #iran #quote #survival

Orang-orang tidak bisa membelikan aku apapun yang aku mau, karena yang aku mau cuma kebebasan. ↗

— Ayu Welirang

#freedom #freedom-of-choice #kebebasan #freedom

I like Dancing of Indian girls more than my parents’ prayers . Because they dance with love and passion . But my parents just say their prayers because they got used to it . ↗

— Ali Shariati

#death #frienship #girls #god #hope

I just -- I know my own heart and I love you, Turner. And if you have even the tiniest shred of decency, you'll say something because I've said everything I possibly can, and I can't bear the silence, and -- oh for heaven's sake! Will you at least blink?" He couldn't even manage that. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#julia-quinn #miranda-cheever #nigel-bevelstoke #viscount-turner #love

Smite,” she asked softly, “do you have any idea what to say to me in a situation like this?” “Of course I do,” he retorted. “I have plenty of ideas.” He met her gaze ruefully. “Of course, they’re all wrong, and so I’m totally at sea.” She patted the cushion next to her. He crossed the room and lowered himself down. And then, because he didn’t seem inclined to do it himself, she picked up his hand and slid it around her shoulders. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#love

Will I see you at all?” He shook his head. But he couldn’t yet make himself move away. He was unwilling to relinquish his hold on her, unwilling to say that final good-bye. He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life. There was a sweet, comforting scent to her. His memory was very, very good, but she was better. He only loosened his grip when he feared he might not be able to let go of her at all. ↗

— Courtney Milan - Unraveled

#life

My whole being is a dark chant that will carry you perpetuating you to the dawn of eternal growths and blossomings in this chant I sighed you, oh in this chant, I grafted you to the tree, to the water, to the fire. ↗

— فروغ فرخزاد

#forugh-farrokhzad #infatuation #iran #love #passion