#t

To learn to die is to learn to live. Death is the giver of life. ↗

— Michael Foley

#life #age

Indeed, the idea that doubt can be heroic, if it is locked into a structure as grand as that of the paintings of Cezanne's old age, is one of the keys to our century. A touchstone of modernity itself. ↗

— Robert Hughes

#modernity #age

You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time. ↗

— Robin L. LaFevers

#dark-triumph #grave-mercy #his-fair-assassin #robin-lafevers #romance

If you wonder why you choose to worship other gods rather than wholeheartedly devote yourself to the Lord you love, examine the thought and desires that captivate your heart. That’s where you’ll fin the answer to every sin and failure in your life. Don’t be deceived into thinking that you need to develop more willpower. We need to develop godly thoughts and desires. ↗

— Elyse Fitzpatrick

#idols-of-the-heart #life

He was addicted to me and now he has gone cold turkey. He used to send me fifty texts a day. And now he is ignoring me. It's like I was once his Barack Obama. And now I am John McCain, conceding defeat like a sad-face sock puppet, knowing I have sold the best of myself. He, my electorate, not only does not want me, he actively feels pity. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love

I leaned down and looked at his handsome face. I wanted to kiss him in a way that would remain soft and true on his lips, all the while help him from escaping the overwhelming sense of sadnes that he felt. I pressed forward and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of fish against his lips, and the disappointment that he held so very deeply inside. I kissed him long and wide, yet limp and yielding, pulling myself away from reality to only drown in the fantasy of our love. I touched his mouth in such a loving way, that not even his incapability to reach into my soul, could tear us away from exchanging such romance. He immediately gave into the kiss, his sadness slowly giving way to the moment that we so intimately shared. It amazed me what a merman could do, even when flowing tears streamed down his face. Through the bridge of kissing, I had healed him, and he had healed me in return. ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#love #mermaids #romance #young-adult #young-adult-romance

Of course I want the moon. And, were you to offer it, I'd propose as a trade the stars in my eyes. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#moon #richelle #richelle-goodrich #stars #sweet-talk

In Narnia a girl might ring a bell in a deserted temple and feel the chime in her eyes, pure as the freeze that forces tears. Then when the sound dies out, the White Witch wakes. It was like, I want to touch you, and I can touch you, now what next, a dagger? ↗

— Helen Oyeyemi

#narnia #touch #witches #love

For youth, sexual love is whim; for the aged, luxury. ↗

— Bill Gaede

#extinction #love #relations #age

Why do you have to be so damn cryptic? ↗

— Amanda Hocking

#strange #words #love