#ren

Not that she didn't love almost every boy she'd ever met, and not that every boy in the world didn't totally love her. It was impossible not to. But she wanted someone to love her and shower her with attention the way only a boy who was completely in love with her could. The rare sort of love. True love. The kind of love she'd never had. ↗

— Cecily von Ziegesar

#love #serena #love

Destiny, I feel, is also a relationship - a play between divine grace and willful self-effort. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lauren-oliver #lena #pandemonium #love

In their innocence, very young children know themselves to be light and love. If we will allow them, they can teach us to see ourselves the same way. ↗

— Michael Jackson

#innocence #love

Love children especially, for they too are sinless like the angels; they live to soften and purify our hearts and, as it were, to guide us. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#love #love

I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him? ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#love #parenting #sam-roth #love

You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough burr will fall off. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#love #strength #love

I know,” Aren says. “But I wanted to apologize. I don’t want Taltrayn to convince you I’m the bad guy.” At that, I give a short laugh. “You are the bad guy, Aren.” He frowns, and I realize he’s taking my words the wrong way. “What I mean is you’re the . . . well, the rebel. Kyol’s the good guy. He’s made mistakes, yes, but he loves me.” He cocks his head to the side. His gaze makes my skin tingle. The step he takes toward me is hesitant, careful, and when his silver eyes peer down at me, I stop breathing. His lips are so close. I remember the way they felt pressed against mine. I remember his taste, the heat of his edarratae. The smallest distance separates us when he whispers, “You don’t think I’m in love with you?” “I . . . ↗

— Sandy Williams

#mckenzie #love

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#indifference #love #unrequited-love #love

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#kayden-and-callie #love #need #love