#mp

The first is to love your sport. Never do it to please someone else. It has to be yours. ↗

— Peggy Fleming

#love

A good friend will help you move, but a true friend will help you move a body. ↗

— Steven J. Daniels

#fiction #mystery-novels #love

Being In love with Vampires is never out of fashion" (The Angel Vampire: A New Race is Born) ↗

— Vianka Van Bokkem

#vampire #vampires #love

You think embracing the longing while waiting for the right man is impossible? Well obviously you didn't get the memo. ↗

— Osayi Osar-Emokpae

#longing #love #relationship #love

He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#intimacy-self-sacrifice #therapy #transparency #love

That’s the thing you girls never get. It doesn't matter if you just woke up, or just got done bawling, or just finished your make-up. When a guy’s all love-sick over a chick, she looks exactly the same to him all the time: perfect. ↗

— Elle Lothlorien

#love

This is the shade of difference: the door of the physician should never be shut, the door of the priest should always be open. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#kindness #love #priest #love

Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak. ↗

— Ashley Madau

#love #paranormal #romance #teenage-love #teenagers

After a few brief simple moments, he found her neck, kissing the nape as if it were a peach, grazing her skin barely, causing her to moan out a small tiny little whimper. Before she could take another rbreath, his lips met hers in rapture, and suddenly, she was lost within the tragic abyss of falling beneath a lovebinding spell. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#blood #blood-magic #darkness #halloween #kiss

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L'Heure Bleue. She talked about 'perfect moments.' One such moment happened that afternoon; she'd been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, 'I'll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L'Heure Bleue. For me they signify love. ↗

— Susan Hubbard

#blues #champagne #curacao #l-heure-bleue #miles-davis