#jan

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

...there is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#jane-eyre #love

Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. ↗

— Jane Austen

#jane-austen #love #marianne-dashwood #sense-and-sensibility #world

Which is better? - To have surrendered to temptation; listened to passion; made no painful effort - no struggled; - but to have sunk down in the silken snare; fallen asleep on the flower covering it; wakened in a southern clime, amongst the luxuries of a pleasure villa: to have been now living in France, Mr. Rochester's mistress; delirious with his love half my time - for he would - oh, yes, he would have love me well for a while. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#love

Am I your special someone? Or just someone special?" --Janet ↗

— Justin Villanueva

#janet #love #romance #love