#ted

I believe I'll be the judge of how much peril you're worth," he said with a smile. "You're daft." "Again, besotted." he said, squeezing her hand. "I'll tell you of it in glorious detail if you can stay awake long enough to hear it." She smiled at him, which eased his heart a bit. ↗

— Lynn Kurland

#love #love

When the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. ↗

— Christopher Chase

#let-it-be #love #love

To love her was to taste sweet surrender. For had she not entered his life, he would have sought the wonders of both Heaven and Earth. But she surpassed them all and, by her pleasing nature, stayed him. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#enchanted #love #love-story #lovers #richelle

Maybe there were people out there whose love could survive anything, but mine was fragile. It needed to be nurtured in order to thrive and grow. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#reflected-in-you #sylvia-day #love

It was in looking up at him her aspect had caught its lustre - the light repeated in her eyes beamed first out of his. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#paulina #requited-love #villette #love

I do know you.” I’m still crying, swallowing back spasms in my throat, struggling to breathe. This is a nightmare and I will wake up. This is a monster-story, and he has come back to me a terror-creation, patched together, broken and hateful, and I will wake up and he will be here, and whole, and mine again. I find his hands, lace my fingers through his even as he tries to pull away. “It’s me, Alex. Lena. Your Lena. Remember? Remember 37 Brooks, and the blanket we used to keep in the backyard—” “Don’t,” he says. His voice breaks on the word. “And I always beat you in Scrabble,” I say. I have to keep talking, and keep him here, and make him remember. “Because you always let me win. And remember how we had a picnic one time, and the only thing we could find from the store was canned spaghetti and some green beans? And you said to mix them—” “Don’t.” “And we did, and it wasn’t bad. We ate the whole stupid can, we were so hungry. And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#love

Your dress is thin, you have been dancing, you are heated." "Always preaching," retorted she; "always coddling and admonishing." The answer Dr. John would have given did not come; that his heart was hurt became evident in his eye; darkened, and saddened, and pained, he turned a little aside, but was patient. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#dr-john-graham-bretton #ginevra-fanshawe #unrequited-love #villette #love

His head was thrown back, his chest heaving, and the look on his face was more indicative of pain than pleasure. Rosemary snatched her fingers back, certain she’d misunderstood the technique somehow. But he whimpered piteously and she realized, no, she couldn’t have misunderstood. Because (a) she was a genius, and (b) it just wasn’t that complicated ↗

— Louisa Edwards

#sexual-naivety #love

I have to give her what you did, don't I?" she said. "Enough of my personal information for Aurilelde to link to her own... so that the congruency between us is complete, and all this works out the way it should..." Kit didn't say anything. ...But why wouldn't I? Nita thought. To make all this come out all right. She nodded to Irina. Irina nodded back, turned away. And only then did it occur to Nita, with a shock, that this would mean it hadn't been Aurilelde who Kit had been so attracted to. It was her... ↗

— Diane Duane

#aurilelde #irina #kit #love #mamvish

Listen to the breath of the rain." They were silent for a minute. Dillon closed his eyes and tried to grasp at what Hunter experienced. Hunter moved closer and put the heat of his breath in Dillon's ear. "I want you to make love to me by the rhythm of the rain," he whispered. ↗

— Brandon Shire

#love