#this

You remember I had a strong inclination all my life to be a painter. Under different circumstances I would rather have been a painter than to bother with these god-damn words. I never actually thought of myself as a poet but I knew I had to be an artist in some way. ↗

— William Carlos Williams

#kora-in-hell #modernist-poets #red-wheel-barrow #this-is-just-to-say #life

I would live forever if I could, but not like this. ↗

— Gary Young

#gary-young #immortality #live #live-forever #not-like-this

Because, I don’t trust a word out of your mouth. You screw with my head and my heart. I’m done. I’m done letting you into my life to trample on my emotions. ↗

— J.B. McGee

#gabby-gerhart #mending #this-trilogy #life

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, it just won't feel right. 'Cause I can love you More Than This. When he lays you down, I might just die inside. It just don't feel right, 'cause I can love you More Than This. ↗

— One Direction

#one-direction #love

I love book signings: kids waiting in line for you to scribble on their new books, haha! ↗

— Brian Jacques

#this-is-a-special-quote-for-me #love

COMPLETELY. Utterly. Frozen. My eyes drop to the table in front of me when she finishes. Her words are sinking in. A boy that I'm seriously, deeply, madly, incredibly, and undeniably in love with. In love with? That's what she said. In love with. As in present tense. She loves me. Layken Cohen loves me. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#this-girl #love

Coming near him like a ballet dancer she took a leap towards him, and he, frightened by her vehemence, and fearing that she would crash against him, instinctively became absolutely rigid, and she felt herself embracing a statue. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#ladders-to-fire #love #stella #this-hunger #love

Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#essays #fiction #junot #literature #love

You're in love with her, aren't you?" I pause. Am I? I sign and clasp my hands behind my head, not sure what to say. "I'm trying so hard not to be," I say quietly, admitting it to myself for the first time. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#this-girl #love