#lan

He clutched the watch hard in his fist, determined to destroy it, to prove that it couldn't be real. That she hadn't come here because of him, for him. That he hadn't done what he knew he had. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#isobel #lost-love #varen-nethers #love

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#language #silence #love

there is [...] a last even of last times of saying if you do not love me I shall not be loved if I do not love you I shall not love ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#love #love

Chloe-lass: If I'm not here with you now, I'm beyond this life, for 'tis the only way I'll ever let you go. ... I hoped I loved you well, sweet, for I know even now that you are my brightest shining star. I knew it the moment I saw you. Ah, lass, you so adore your artifacts. This thief covets but one priceless treasure: You. Dageus -In a letter ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dagues #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #life

To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #jace-wayland #love

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#love #love

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#literature #shakespeare #love

And I was happy...and devastatingly sad too. It was hard, watching someone you had once loved, loving someone else, and loving them more than they'd loved you. But, really, that's exactly what I'd done to Denny with Kellan -Kiera ↗

— S.C. Stephens

#kellan #kiera #love

It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love

To touch a person...to sleep with a person...is to become a pioneer," she whispered then, "a frontiersman at the edge of their private world, the strange, incomprehensible world of their interior, filled with customs you could never imitate, a language which sounds like your own but is really totally foreign, knowable only to them. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#love #relationships #love