#sand

Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am. ↗

— Karen Kingsbury

#bull-rider #cf #grief #horses #karen

Connubial Because with alarming accuracy she’d been identifying patterns I was unaware of—this tic, that tendency, like the way I've mastered the language of intimacy in order to conceal how I felt— I knew I was in danger of being terribly understood. ↗

— Stephen Dunn

#alarming #connubial #identifying #intimacy #love

Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #city-of-fallen-angels #friends #loneliness #vampire

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I wasn't completely alone." - Will Herondale, Clockwork Prince ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem #tessa #the-infernal-devices #will #will-herondale

—Jem es la mejor parte de mí. —Entonces, ¿qué soy yo? —Eres mi debilidad. —Y Tessa es tu corazón. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cecily-herondale #clockwork-princess #james-carstairs #tessa-gray #william-herondale

Her laugh was a travesty. Which made sense because in a way, so was his apology. But what was he supposed to say? I want you until I hurt. Until I sweat. I love you with a raw, bleeding need that I've never understood. And all I know for sure is that you can never be mine. ↗

— Jessica Bird

#cassandra #love

Amor verus numquam moritur: True love never dies ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #love #the-infernal-devices #love

Love? Yes, I do love. I never thought it was possible, hell, I never even thought about it as a Seeker. But you did something to me, Cassandra. You made me realize I still have a heart, regardless of what I’m made of. And you’ve stolen it because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to be with you. But that includes staying as I am, even if I have the chance to turn. ↗

— L.J. Kentowski

#fate- #love

I can run a thousand miles and wait a million years for you if you love me. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#millions #thousand-miles #love

What is withdrawal?" "Let's see, since you know your scripture so well, was that Onan? Yes, that bugger. What he did." "Spilling his seed on the floor?" "Yes," continued her husband, "it would be lovely if I could take you and spill my seed somewhere else. Not on the floor, mind you. But perhaps on your very soft belly. Perhaps even on your splendid breasts. and perhaps, if I'm in a really terrible mood, I'll make you swallow it. - Vere to Elissande ↗

— Sherry Thomas

#sherry-thomas #vere #love