#jan

Plainly, she is quite besotted by him,... a girl, a young girl, and she is falling in love for the first time in her life. ...little Kitty Howard at a loss, stumbling in her speech, blushing like a rose, thinking of someone else and not herself is to see a girl become a woman. ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#jane-seymour #katherine-howard #life

The bottom line is: if you were a jerk in your original life, you're probably going to be a bigger undead jerk, If you were a decent person, say a juvenile-services librarian with a secret collection of unicorn figurines, you're probably going to be a kinder, gentler vampire. ↗

— Molly Harper

#molly-harper #nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs #unicorns #life

Alles ist Mist. Aber dann möchte man sich manchmal auf die Erde setzen und sich vor Freude ins Hemd weinen. ↗

— Janosch

#life #life

And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#hill #jane #lantern #love #love

The phone rings. “Asshole,” she mutters. She picks it up. “Will you let me explain?” “No.” She hangs up. ↗

— Lisa McMann

#janie #wake #dreams

Written on the mirror, revealed by the steam, were the words, I love you, Jane. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#vishous #love

I shook my head at Janco. “I’ve got the situation under control. Go back to the Keep, I’ll meet you there.” Janco stared at me in astonished silence. Ari, though, trusted me. “Come on, she doesn’t need our help.” Ari sheathed his sword. Janco recovered. He flashed me one of his mischievous grins. “I’ll bet you a copper that she’ll be free in five minutes,” he said to Ari. Ari grunted in amusement. “A silver on ten minutes,” he countered. “I’ll bet you both a gold coin that she kills him,” Valek said from behind them. They moved aside and he entered, still dressed in his Adviser Ilom disguise. “The only way to take care of your problem. Right, love? ↗

— Maria V. Snyder

#janco #valek #yelena #love

Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#love

I scorn your idea of love,' I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock. 'I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#love

The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209)……The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269). ↗

— Marvin Gaye

#david-ritz #divided-soul #hate #janis-hunter #love