#lovers

And among many understandings and misunderstandings, Lany and Antony once again were victims of an illusory love... ↗

— Pet Torres

#love #love-story #lovers #love

Life cannot be lived without irritations and angers; fights and placation-A cycle of Karma, wheels of succor. ↗

— Aporva Kala

#anger

All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites. ↗

— Marc Chagall

#friends #lovers #neighbors #opposites #their

Everything and everyone has a place to be, Echo. It’s just a matter of how they get there and when. You have a place; you just have to find it. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#finding #finding-oneself #journey #love #lovers

I had never been this mad at her before. It was one thing to be attacked by someone you hated, but this was something else. This was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#lovers #beauty

When he put the old-fashioned mechanical toy on her palm, she stopped breathing. It was a tiny representation of an atom, complete with colored ball bearings standing in for neutrons, protons, and on the outside, arranged on arcs of fine wire, electrons. Turning the key on the side made the electrons move, what she’d thought were ball bearings actually finely crafted spheres of glass that sparked with color. A brilliant, thoughtful, wonderful gift for a physics major. “Why magnesium?” she asked, identifying the atomic number of the light metal. His hand on her jaw, his mouth on her own. “Because it’s beautifully explosive, just like my X. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#explosive #hawke #lovers #sienna #beauty

But magic must hurry on, and the lovers remain... ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#magic #beauty

For she had eyes and chose me. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#eyes #looks #love #love-story #lovers

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did. ↗

— Lisa Unger

#change

I know what evil looks like under the surface. No matter how beautiful the exterior, how good the lies, I don’t fool myself, not any more. You carry a terrible burden that no one – not even me – can really understand. But that doesn’t change who you are, Frost. You’re a good person. And I love you.” “I wish…” My voice cracked. “I wish I could believe in that.” Luca brushed the dishevelled strands of hair away from my face again and looked into my eyes. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll keep saying it until you do. ↗

— Zoë Marriott

#hope #inspiration #love #lovers #romance-love