#ouch

The only real laughter comes from despair. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#groucho #laughter #marx #letters

Good night, Lisa. Sleep with the angels." Her eyes stung from quick tears. It had been her mother's nightly benediction: Sleep with the angels. But then he added words her mother never had: "Then come back to earth and sleep with your devil, who would burn in hell for one night in your arms. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #lisa #the-highlanders-touch #devil

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#burning-up #delirium #fire #lauren-oliver #lena-holloway

You are...beyond my imagination. It's a wonder you can be touched at all. ↗

— Meredith Duran

#touching #imagination

Some guys touch the girls they love. Others touch the girls they use. The worst touch girls they hurt. ↗

— Katie McGarry

#love

Sophie," he said, and when she gave him a stern look, he took a hasty swig of the posset. “Miss Collins. I have not yet had a chance to properly apologize to you, so let me take it now. Please forgive me for the trick I played on you with the scones. I did not mean to show you disrespect. I hope you do not imagine I think any less of you for your position in the household, for you are one of the finest and bravest ladies I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #clockwork-princess #gideon-lightwood #infernal-devices #love

I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. ↗

— John Green

#leave-a-mark #scars #van-houten-being-a-douche #the-fault-in-our-stars

I do give them to you," he announced. "Of my free will. Because this is my sword." He laid a hand on Arisa's shoulder. "And Weasle is my shield. What you hold are only pieces of iron. ↗

— Hilari Bell

#sweet #symbolism #touching #value #friendship

Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. ↗

— Sara Gruen

#love #touch #love

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze