#irs

How about we really steal Brittany's thunder by giving the London paparazzi an exclusive?" "What sort of exclusive?" "Let's show them how much I love Morgan Abbot." "Love?" Was I really hearing this? "You... are in love with me?" "Totally. One hundred percent head over heels in love with you, Morg. Have been ever since you led me on that goofy chase around the White House. ↗

— Cassidy Calloway

#romance #secrets-of-a-first-daughter #love

Being in love is like being lit on fire and having your loved one morph into a marshmallow as she runs to embrace you. But not being in love feels so much worse, possibly like being a tax collector. Actually, nothing compares to the lowliness of a tax collector.
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— Jarod Kintz

#hug #irs #lit-on-fire #love #marshmallow

Though he wouldn't dare admit that he might have felt more for her. He wasn't ready to care for a person that much when he still didn't care too highly for himself. most days Landon regarded himself as a lost soul, a wanderer. Who could love such a man? ↗

— Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#lost #shawn-kirsten-maravel #the-wanderer #love

I trust the red sun setting, the leafless November trees. On Monday morning I look foward fearlessly to Friday’s eve. But humans are not as reliable as nature, as trees. I wonder if you’ll come back; I trust only that you leave. ↗

— Ellen Wittlinger

#first-love #hard-love #love

As our bodies are mostly made of water, I’d rather be hungry than thirsty. And as love is mostly made up of sugar water, I’d rather be a hummingbird caged in your heart. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#hummingbird #hunger #hungry #love #thirst

If he had had all Peru in his pocket, he would certainly have given it to this dancer; but Gringoire had not Peru in his pocket; and besides, America was not yet discovered. (p. 66) ↗

— Victor Hugo

#love

He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked down at it, at her bitten fingernails, the still-healing scratches along the backs of her fingers. He kissed the back of it, just a light touch of his mouth, and his hair-as soft and light as silk-brushed her wrist as he lowered his head. She felt a shock go through her, strong enough to startle her, and she stood speechless as he straightened, his mouth curving into a smile. "Mizpah," he said. She blinked at him, a little dazed. "What?" "A sort or goodbye without saying goodbye," he said. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tessa-gray #love

...the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#love

La gloriosa donna della mia mente ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#love #love-at-first-sight #professor #romance #student-teacher-affair

On that last day, somewhere ahead, inside an unseasonably warm winter night, he’ll say my name and leave a hole no one can fill – something to hold onto when my hands are full. ↗

— Rebecca Tsaros Dickson

#last-breath #love