#roth

We should fix ourselves firmly in the presence of God by conversing all the time with Him...we should feed our soul with a lofty conception of God and from that derive great joy in being his. We should put life in our faith. We should give ourselves utterly to God in pure abandonment, in temporal and spiritual matters alike, and find contentment in the doing of His will,whether he takes us through sufferings or consolations. ↗

— Brother Lawrence

#god #practicing-the-presence-of-god #faith

My brother cleared his throat. "I wish she knew that I think she is the most hilarious person on Earth. And that whenever she's not home, I feel like I'm missing my partner in crime." My throat tightened. Do not cry. Do not cry. "I wish she knew that she's really Mom's favorite--" I shook my head here. "--the princess she always wanted. That Mom used to dress her up like a little doll and parade her around like Mara was her greatest achievement. I wish Mara knew that I never minded, because she's my favorite too. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#brotherly-love #daniel-dyer #mara-dyer #love

Forever and ever, kid, until you're sick and tired of seeing me. ↗

— Marie Lu

#inpirational #legend #love #marie-lu #sad

We have flown the air like birds and swum the sea like fishes, but have yet to learn the simple act of walking the earth like brothers. ↗

— Martin Luther King Jr.

#brotherly-love #love

I have the same one,' he says, laughing. 'On my back.' 'Really? Can I see it?' He presses the bandage over the tattoo and pulls my shirt back over my shoulder. 'Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#divergent #four #love #sweet #tattoo

Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#rilke #sam-roth #love

God...this was who he loved, he thought. And always would. It was the thrust of that stubborn jaw, and the dark, slashing eyebrows, and those piercings up his ear and in his full lower lip. It was that thick, glossy black hair and the golden skin and that heavily muscled body. It was the way he laughed and the fact that he never, ever cried. It was the scars on his inside no one knew about and the conviction that he would always be the first to run into a burning building or a bloody fight or a car wreck. It was all the things Qhuinn had been and was ever going to be. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #blay #qhuinn #qhuinn-and-blay #love

He did not blame them. Because in truth, that's what he did, what he was. Seduce and dominate. Charm and manipulate. A user of women. How they would scoff, Rothbury mused bitterly, if they knew that he was secretly in love with the silly little chit, spectacles and all. ↗

— Olivia Parker

#romance #rothbury #to-wed-a-wicked-earl #love

His sister liked to think of herself as Lord Tywin with teats, but she was wrong. Their father had been as relentless and implacable as a glacier, where Cercei was all wildfire, especially when thwarted. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#lannisters-rocks #wildfire #love

And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy’s floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it.” (Charles) ↗

— Georgette Heyer

#love #overprotective-brothers #love