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The president, the secretary of state, the businessman, the preacher, the vendor, the spies, the clients and managers—all walking around Wall Street like chickens with their heads cut off—rushing to escape bankruptcy—plotting to melt down the Statue of Liberty—to press more copper pennies—to breed more headless chickens—to put more feathers in their caps—medals, diplomas, stock certificates, honorary doctorates—eggs and eggs of headless chickens—multitaskers—system hackers—who never know where they’re heading--northward, backward, eastward, forward, and never homeward—(where is home)—home is in the head—(but the head is cut off)—and the nest is full of banking forms and Easter eggs with coins inside. Beheaded chickens, how do you breed chickens with their heads cut off? By teaching them how to bankrupt creativity.
— Giannina Braschi
You see, Monsieur, it's worth everything, isn't it, to keep one's intellectual liberty, not to enslave one'spowers of appreciation, one's critical independence? It was because of that that I abandoned journalism, andtook to so much duller work: tutoring and private secretaryship. There is a good deal of drudgery, of course;but one preserves one's moral freedom, what we call in French one's quant a soi. And when one hears goodtalk one can join in it without compromising any opinions but one's own; or one can listen, and answer itinwardly. Ah, good conversation--there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worthbreathing. And so I have never regretted giving up either diplomacy or journalism--two different forms of thesame self-abdication." He fixed his vivid eyes on Archer as he lit another cigarette. "Voyez-vous, Monsieur,to be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it? But, after all, one must earnenough to pay for the garret; and I confess that to grow old as a private tutor--or a `private' anything--is almostas chilling to the imagination as a second secretaryship at Bucharest. Sometimes I feel I must make a plunge:an immense plunge. Do you suppose, for instance, there would be any opening for me in America-- in NewYork?
— Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence
I don't have much patience for people who enjoy limitless liberty while decrying those who get their hands dirty to make sure it exists for them.
— Jule McBride, Wed to a Stranger?
The right-wing Tories and the conservative Whigs fought Napoleon as the Usurper and the Enemy of the Established Order; the liberal Tories and the radical Whigs fought him as the Betrayer of the Revolution and the Enslaver of Europe; they were all agreed in fighting him, and his notion that their disagreement signified national disunion was mere wishful thinking. All dictators since his time have fallen into the same trap: themselves blind to the values of liberty, they cannot conceive that people who disagree on its meaning can nevertheless unite in upholding their freedoms against patent despotism.
— J. Christopher Herold, The Age of Napoleon
I've said it before, history repeats itself for those who don't learn from the past. Can we please learn from all this? Please? Or is everyone waiting for yet another savior to come along and charm them Hollywood style if freedom is still around for America's next election?
— L.M. Fields
The popular image [in England] of Bonaparte as a blood-stained tyrant and bandit was admittedly exaggerated, but instinct told even the most radical among the English that if liberty, equality, and justice were ever to come to their shores, it certainly was not Napoleon who would bring them there.
— J. Christopher Herold, The Age of Napoleon
The Second Amendment is timeless for our Founders grasped that self-defense is three-fold: every free individual must protect themselves against the evil will of the man, the mob and the state.
— Tiffany Madison
People ask me what I am politically and I've previously offered this equation: I became a conservative by being around liberals. And I became a libertarian after being around conservatives.
— Greg Gutfeld, The Joy of Hate: How to Triumph over Whiners in the Age of Phony Outrage
Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the tether of our slavery? Then we can enjoy ourselves and frolic in a more spacious arena and die without having come to the end of the tether. Is that, then, what we call liberty?
— Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek
No man can be really free in bed with a woman who is not.
— Nancy Friday, My Secret Garden
So long as you do not achieve social liberty, whatever freedom is provided by the law is of no avail to you.
— B.R. Ambedkar
But liberty, as we all know, cannot flourish in a country that is permanently on a war footing, or even a near-war footing. Permanent crisis justifies permanent control of everybody and everything by the agencies of the central government.
— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World / Brave New World Revisited
What the hell does liberty mean anyhow? It's just a word like house or table or any other word. Only it's a special kind of word. A guy says house and he can point to a house to prove it. But a guy says come on let's fight for liberty and he can't show you liberty. He can't prove the thing he is talking about so how in the hell can he be telling you to fight for it?
— Dalton Trumbo, Johnny Got His Gun
In a free society, how can you commit a crime against yourself?
— Jesse Ventura
LIBERTY, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth.
— George Washington
All liberty required was that the space for discourse itself be protected. Liberty lay in the argument itself, not the resolution of that argument, in the ability to quarrel, even with the most cherished beliefs of others; a free society was not placid but turbulent. The bazaar of conflicting was the place where freedom rang.
— Salman Rushdie, Joseph Anton: A Memoir
Human beings are no longer born to their place in life, and chained down by an inexorable bond to the place they are born to, but are free to employ their faculties, and such favourable chances as offer, to achieve the lot which may appear to them most desirable.
— John Stuart Mill, The Subjection of Women
but now and then liberty, in the slogans of the strong, means freedom from restraint in the exploitation of the weak.
— Will Durant, Caesar and Christ
The fact the enemies of God must face is that modern civilization has conquered the world, but in doing so has lost its soul. And in losing its soul it will lose the very world it gained. Even our own so-called Liberal culture in these United States which has tried to avoid complete secularization by leaving little zones of individual freedom is in danger of forgetting that these zones were preserved only because religion was in their soul. And as religion fades so will freedom, for only where the spirit of God is, is there liberty.
— Fulton J. Sheen, Characters of the Passion: Lessons on Faith and Trust
What are we having this liberty for? We are having this liberty in order to reform our social system, which is full of inequality, discrimination and other things, which conflict with our fundamental rights.
— B.R. Ambedkar
...The arbitrary power of the Government is unlimited, and unexampled in history; freedom of the Press, of opinion and of movement are as thoroughly exterminated as though the proclamation of the Rights of Man had never been.
— Arthur Koestler, Darkness at Noon
the general or prevailing opinion in any subject is rarely or never the whole truth
—  it is only by the collision of adverse opinions that the remainder of the truth has any chance of being supplied
There is no one force, no group, and no class that is the preserver of liberty. Liberty is preserved by those who are against the existing chief power. Oppositions which do not express genuine social forces are as trivial, in relation to entrenched power, as the old court jesters.
— James Burnham, The Machiavellians, Defenders of Freedom
Without "the people," there is no country.
— John  David, The Carrot and The Stick: A Call to Action
‎"For all we become aware of when we slowly wake up, you can't help but pause and wonder what is still left unseen.
— L.M. Fields
What is the good of telling a community that it has every liberty except the liberty to make laws? The liberty to make laws is what constitutes a free people.
— G.K. Chesterton, Heretics
All that has been said of the importance of individuality of character, and diversity in opinions andmodes of conduct, involves, as of the same unspeakable importance, diversity of education. A general State education is a mere contrivance for moulding people to be exactly like one another: and as the mould in which it casts them is that which pleases the predominant power in the government, whether this be a monarch, a priesthood, an aristocracy, or the majority of the existing generation; in proportion as it is efficient and successful, it establishes a despotism over the mind, leading by natural tendency to one over the body. An education established andcontrolled by the State should only exist, if it exist at all, as one amongmany competing experiments, carried on for the purpose of example and stimulus, to keep the others up to a certain standard of excellence.
— John Stuart Mill, On Liberty
Jo carried her love of liberty and hate of conventionalities to such and unlimited extent that she naturally found herself worsted in an argument.
— Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
Martin took the same course, thinking as he went, that perhaps the free and independent citizens, who in their moral elevation, owned the colonel for their master, might render better homage to the goddess, Liberty, in nightly dreams upon the oven of a Russian Serf.
— Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit
The Fathers intent desire is that none would 'perish'. The promise God has given us is one of 'liberation'- Freedom. Being set free "from" captivity and reconciled "to" your Father. Intimacy with Jesus garners son-ship with Abba. As Jesus "demonstrated" that Son-ship of Grace he said, 'I only "say" and "do" what I hear the Father saying and doing'. Proclaiming the Kingdom of God by "Do'in the Stuff". The early church 'got' Jesus. John Wimber 're-got' Jesus and began proclaiming the Kingdom and demonstrating it as any loving son would of his Father. Now, we are no longer refuges but 'Bona Fide' citizens in good standing with our King and our new country. Where Love, Mercy, Grace; Peace 'rains' on us eternally here and now. 'The Already But Not Yet' (Ruis)."~R. Alan Woods [2013]
— R. Alan Woods, Kingdom Come: The Already But Not Yet
Freedom for freedoms sake."~R. Alan Woods [2006]
— R. Alan Woods, The Journey Is The Destination: A Photo Journal
Grace has not been well understood by the post-modern church let alone applied as post-moderns in our lives as a reality that Christ secured for us."~R. Alan Woods [2012]
— R. Alan Woods, The Journey Is The Destination: A Photo Journal
Liberty is the first condition of growth. It is wrong, a thousand times wrong, if any of you dares to say, 'I will work out the salvation of this woman or child.
— Swami Vivekananda, The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda: v. 3
Tyranny flourishes in those societies that reject the Reformed Faith. Tyranny is squelched and liberty flourishes in those societies that embrace the Reformed Faith in all its fullness.
— Joseph C. Morecraft III, Lectures on The South: A Collection of Studies
The greatest obstacle to human liberty is that the vast majority of people do not wish to be free.
— Michelle Templet
A limited state with free economic systems is the soil where the liberty tree blossoms.
— Orrin Woodward
leave him free, and the mere sense of liberty would content him, joined to the knowledge that his presence was dear to those whom he loved best.
— Louisa May Alcott, Little Men
He understood privacy and freedom of expression were paramount to liberty, as incompatible as they may appear. One promoted yelling and screaming, while the other encouraged people to retreat and pull within. Yet, cornerstones to American democracy, people needed them both for the lives they took for granted.
— Shelter Somerset, Between Two Promises
I know this isn’t a conventional love story. I know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.
— Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
Wait for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.
— Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You
No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?
— Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You
I love you,” he says again, “and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.
— Krista Ritchie, Ricochet
Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.--empty.
— Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You
Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.
— Taylor Swift
In the end I sort of though we created a companion who was so alive and dynamic and so wedded to the doctor that you’d need a whole universe to contain her in. The only way to get rid of her is to send her into a parallel world from which she can never return
—  otherwise she would stay with the doctor forever.
What’s going to happen,” he breathes, “is that I’m going to carry you through this door. I’m going to draw out every single moment until you’re exhausted. And I’m going to move so slow that three months ago will feel like yesterday. And tomorrow will feel like today, and no one in this fucking universe will be able to say your name without saying mine.
— Krista Ritchie, Addicted for Now
I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.
— Krista Ritchie, Ricochet
But I wondered if all this kissing was a bad habit with him and me. The thing we did with our mouths instead of talking.
— Gabrielle Zevin
Vegas changed people, creating monsters and broken men. It was easy to let the lights and stolen dreams seep into your blood.
— Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster
I think loving someone, despite what people think, is FEARLESS. <3
— Taylor Swift, Love Story
The more I get to know him, the more I can feel my heart opening without my control. I always wanted a man to look at me as if I were a miracle, but I didn't realise I would oneday see a man just as grande
— Nikki Rowe
I’ve never really had a party before.” “Why did you have one now?” I say, just to keep him talking. He gives a half laugh. “I thought if I had a party, you would come.
— Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
— William Shakespeare, Love Poems and Sonnets
We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home
— David Levithan, Boy Meets Boy
‎''A heart that had chosen its path couldn't be led in any other direction.
— Shawn Kirsten Maravel, Severance
I will be with you and there is nothing in heaven, or hell, that can keep me away. - Michael
— Cameo Renae, In My Dreams
We are what ballads are written of, what bards sing of. We are epic, you and I.
— Samantha Garman, Dandelion Dreams
‎''Your heart is either beating or it's not, your heart never forgets. As long as your heart is beating follow it, it will always stay true to you.
— Shawn Kirsten Maravel, Volition
Whether we deserve this or not, whether these turn out to be the darkest days of our lives or the brightest happiness, we've been guided by love. How can we go wrong when we're guided by love, Olivia.
— Morgan Parker, Hope
Not everyone's life will be a great love story.
— Scott Hutchins, A Working Theory of Love
Love covers all shortcomings and failures, overlooks one's mistakes and does not bring to mind one's past mistakes - My Last Letter, Chapter 1
— Santosh Avvannavar, The Departing Point: Two people departed...in search of love...leaving love in between
Sunrise, sunset, changes right before my eyes, but your vision stays forever in my heart
— Karla M. Nashar, Bellamore: A Beautiful Love To Remember
People who love do the impossible all the time.
— Germaine Shames, You, Fascinating You
He was a boy, she was a girlCan I make it any more obviousHe was a punk, and she did ballet,What more can I sayHe wanted her,she wouldn't tell, but secretly she wanted him as well,All of her friends stuck up their nose,They didn't like his baggy clothesHe was a sk8er boi, she said see you later boy,he wasn't good enough for her
— Avril Lavigne, Avril LaVigne - Let Go
No one is perfect. Sometimes, it is the imperfections that make us more alive than those around us. It’s the happiness of truly breathing and living in freedom of ourselves. Even though we may look broken to the world, there is always someone who sees us as we truly are, and helps us to create our whole being.
— Jennifer Megan Varnadore
...Where we got to know eachother. Not just with words, it was how we observed eachother's movements. The way your smile only effected the lower half of your face. How our hands moved when they were close: as if they had minds of their own.
— Elaine Turnbo
The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment -daniel grigori (fallen)
— daniel grigori
We both grew up at a time when homosexuality was not even spoken about. There were certainly no books that could help a young person understand that two people of the same sex could build a happy, productive and loving life together. When we entered our 50th year, another same sex couple told us we were ‘an inspiration’, so we began to feel we had the responsibility to make what we’ve experienced available to others. We also wanted to show people who were not gay that our life was not unlike theirs. We are all pretty much the same, so we deserve equal protection under the Constitution.
— Norman Sunshine, Double Life: The Story of a Fifty Year Marriage
Aiden had filled a part of my heart that I hadn’t known was empty. And for that I’d be forever grateful. Beneath the pain was the reality of the end of whatever it was we’d shared. I missed him, and his absence was profound. He was everywhere, yet he was nowhere at all.
— Lilly Wilde, Touched
Stop being the shy boy that wants to do everything right and responsibly. I’m sick of your honorable intentions Eli. In fifty years, when I’m old in my bed I want to wake up when the sun shines in my window and know that the person lying beside me was the right choice. I don’t want to look at someone else and always wish it was you.” ~ Maggie Parsons from Epitaphs from the Afterlife
— Autumn Rosen
The spicy sweet fragrance of the large full blooms, which rambled over the side and top of an arched metal framework, welcomed them as they walked beneath them. Shafts of sunlight pierced the canopy, dust motes floating languorously in the golden beams that spotlighted clumps of wayward snowdrops growing in the lawn.
— Ellen Read, The Dragon Sleeps
One thing was certain: he was my one. Most people go on their whole lives and never find their one, but I found mine. I found him when I was twelve-years-old.
— Jennifer Edlund
The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.
— Faraaz Kazi
What a grand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is to love! The heart becomes heroic, by dint of passion.
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
I love you and I will until the end of time.And just as she said the words, two bright stars drifted past them overhead and disappeared into the night sky together…
— Danielle Steel, Until the End of Time
The secret to living fully is to find your passion and pursue it.
— Ronald Louis Peterson
I went back to look for you.Not understanding the language of hello,I thought I’d speak it just the same.
— Rod McKuen
After 50 years together as a couple:"Look how fast the leaves are falling now," Alan says. "The trees will be bare in a couple of days. Do you realize that we have watched the leaves fall together for more than fifty autumns?"I stand quietly, looking at Alan, letting his words sink in. I am suddenly so moved.
— Norman Sunshine, Double Life: The Story of a Fifty Year Marriage
How could Mark be halfway across the world when she would have sworn he'd been in this room with her only seconds ago?
— Teresa Medeiros, Goodnight Tweetheart
In the 1970s, when Norman Sunshine won an Emmy for the graphics and title design he had created for one of Alan Shayne’s television productions, “Alan and I agreed it was not a good idea for us to be seen together at an industry event,” he remembers. “Alan, after all, was one of the very few homosexuals who had such a powerful, high profile job, and who lived openly with a man. Homophobia had its adherents and some ruthless climber up the executive ladder would certainly love an opportunity to use it… 'Better to be seen with a woman,’ we were advised by a very trusted friend, ‘Makes everyone more comfortable.
— Alan Shayne, Double Life: The Story of a Fifty Year Marriage
HE LOOKS AT ME AND TELLS ME IM AGGRESSIVE, HE'S OBSERVING ME. "-CRUSH
— LORINDA MONRREAL
He’s always been attracted to broken things. He was the kind of boy who talked the bad girls through their problems, who defended them and didn’t take advantage. He was sensitive to his stuffed animals’ feelings, rotating their position on his bed so that a new plush animal would occupy pride of place at his pillowside every night. Soon I became first and foremost on that pillow; princess of the island of misfit toys.
— Jalina Mhyana, Dreaming in Night Vision: A Story in Vignettes
I desperately want to talk to her now. I want to ask her who it was who so deftly crafted and shaped the legend that was our love.
— Dan Simmons, Prayers to Broken Stones
all night he talks and holds me, all night he loves me slow and careful.
— Robert Adamson, The Golden Bird: New and selected poems
About their wedding on a beach of Nantucket, after nearly 50 years together as a couple: "After years of being who we truly were only in the privacy of our homes or with a few friends, we were out in the world, under the sky, no longer pretending.” - Norman Sunshine, co-author, Double Life
— Norman Sunshine, Double Life: The Story of a Fifty Year Marriage
As an artist in the 1960s, Norman Sunshine was able to maintain a moderately out lifestyle. But when the first exhibition of his paintings in New York brought on a profile in The New York Times in 1968, he was photographed in the apartment that he admitted sharing with Shayne. At both his advertising agency and Shayne’s television production company, the article was met with absolute silence.
— Norman Sunshine, Double Life: The Story of a Fifty Year Marriage
Upon their meeting in New York in 1958: “We didn’t want to live together. We didn’t have any examples of what a good love relationship between two men could be. And there was always the problem of hiding so no one would know we were gay. There was no question that if I were known to be gay, living with another man, it would make it more difficult for me to get work as an actor.” - Alan Shayne, co-author, Double Life
— Alan Shayne, Double Life: The Story of a Fifty Year Marriage
Owen folded his arms around Morgan to steady her when she crashed into him, and was enveloped by her scent, her warm softness. When she gave a scared little scream, he tightened his arms in a protective reflex. She fit him perfectly, he noted distractedly. And she was soaked: he'd seen her come in from the rain, her expression frantic, just as he had rushed in the front door. His shirt was plastered to his chest between
— Kristen Casey, Finding Home
Break my heart, he said. "Break it in pieces. I give you my permission.
— Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows
My mouth crashes onto hers, and as our bodies sway in time to the music, our tongues dance to a rhythm that’s all their own. Spencer tastes of liquor and spearmint gum. She smells like heaven.
— Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers
through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts in my chest. Just explodes. It physically hurts to feel so much all at once. It’s like I’m staring at a movie of what my life—our life—could have been.
— Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers
… I can only wish to remember the good timesand forget the things I refuse to remember. They are nothing but heartache.”-Sophia to Zarah, The Forest of Evergreen: Found in the Wilderness
— Teresa May B. Bandiola
... Join me with my rumination of the human youwarned me of."-Abanir to Rabel
— Teresa May B. Bandiola, The Forest of Evergreen (Volume 2): Found in the Wilderness
This is what I always said to André: you never know. You never know what the future may bring. I just knew that whatever time we had together, whether one year or thirty-four, I wanted it. I wanted him. Regardless of the consequences. When a love like that comes your way, you grab, hold, cherish it – you live it. You don’t allow it to pass by. It is rare and precious. If you are lucky, you’ll have it once in a lifetime. Will I be allowed to live it twice? I doubt it, even if I wish it were possible. Periodically, I sit quietly and stare into space and understand that I am only forty, and it is behind me.
— Karina Szczurek, The Fifth Mrs Brink: A Memoir
Sweat dripped down his chest. She never thought she could envy a piece of fabric, until she saw the T-shirt kissing his skin the way she wanted to.
— Jacqueline Simon Gunn
It’s not love when you don’t feel some pain, Sophie...”Zarah to Sophia, The Forest of Evergreen: Found in the Wilderness
— Teresa May B. Bandiola, The Forest of Evergreen (Volume 2): Found in the Wilderness
... I believe true love arises only when two people are completely in sync with each other’s music. And dance with them.”-Michael to Sophia
— Teresa May B. Bandiola, The Forest of Evergreen (Volume 2): Found in the Wilderness
most of us are too busy searching for love , therefore we forgot that most important are loving our self
— Haya
Esther wanted to make her brother understand that he was the sun. That he was bright and burning and brilliant, and without his warmth, without his gravity to orient herself around, she would be nothing. She wished they had that psychic twin thing, that she could push images into his head and make him see. Make him see that he was everything.
— Krystal Sutherland, A Semi-Definitive List of Worst Nightmares
Poetry is a never ending journey.
— Subrat Saurabh, Kuch Woh Pal
Whatever it is that you're afraid of, I'll stand between you and it my whole life.
— Louise Bay, Duke of Manhattan
In two weeks my skin will have no memory of Olly's hand on mine, but my brain will remember. We can have immortality or the memory of touch. But we can't have both.
— Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
And at last, the lonely young man who belonged to no one finally belonged to someone, forever, and the practical girl who would not settle for less then a love story for the ages found the life long romance she had yearned for all her life.
— Melissa de la Cruz
I wanted to be your Hero
—  But It’s too late Now
For Love...Real Love...The Kind Of Love That Lasts Forever...
— Sybil Shae, Timing Is Everything: Origin Of The Journal
I want to see your dreams,” he explained. “I want to share them with you, and have you share mine as well. I don’t want them hidden in a book. I want them lived together, even—no, especially--when that’s hard.
— Sybil Shae, Timing Is Everything: Origin Of The Journal
Usually You Pick The Winning Numbers When You’re Not Willing To Play.
— Sami Abouzid
If Stalin gives you a love advice, it has to succeed.
— Slavoj Žižek
Love does that. It makes you feel infinite and invincible, like the whole world is open to you, anything is achievable, and each day will be filled with wonder. Maybe it’s the act of opening yourself up, letting someone else in— or maybe it’s the act of caring so deeply about another person that it expands your heart. I’ve heard so many people say some version of I never knew how much I could love another human being until . . . And after the until is usually something like my niece was born or I gave birth to a child or I adopted a baby. I never knew how much I could love another human being until I met you, Gabe.I’ll never forget that.
— Jill Santopolo, The Light We Lost
I am here not to let you fall alone, suffocate alone, quit life easy. I'll fight the fate for you and with you.
— Parul Wadhwa
Those who marry before love "Manage Love" and those who love before marriage ,“Manage Marriage".
— Rajesh Walecha
And when the mood took her to fall for the handsome young lawyer Will Bankhead, she happily threw over the man to whom she was already engaged.
— Judith Mackrell, Flappers: Six Women of a Dangerous Generation
It is amazing what women in love will do
— Anonymous, The Arabian Nights
It was the moment I heard your laughter. The moment I heard us laughing, two cascades in the middle of a desert, careless and uninhibited.
— Malak El Halabi
I learned by heart the lines of your face. I can draw them blindly on a water canvas.Your face in the middle of an inflamed argument. Your face in the middle of a mild one-- when you're at fault.Your face filled with rainbows of laughter. Your face filled with clouds of distress.Your face, fluttering, when I open you the door. Your face, agonizing, every time I stand waiting, for the elevator.Your face, eager, when you kiss me. Your face, surprised, when I lead you to bed.Your face in the middle of pain. Your face on the outskirts of pleasure.Your face, with a baffled look, when you wake up. Your face falling asleep, with total surrender.Your face the first night we met. Your face the last night we parted.I learned by heart the lines of your face. They all led me into hell.They all led me into heaven.
— Malak El Halabi
There is always stardust in my eyes when I look at you, my love.
— Ellen Read, The Dragon Sleeps
He was the one I wasn't looking for.
— Nikki Rowe
Looking down from a fork in the tree, a little girl shivers in the bitter autumn wind. She could be inside in the warmth. Inside; amidst all the smelly pots and pans and piles of dirty clothes. The darkened lounge room flickering out a constant reel of cartoons; the light outside strangled as it tries to valiantly penetrate curtains too hard for a child to open.Michelle had gone into her Auntie’s room, as she had done many times before, to say that she will just be outside. ‘Okay my dearie,’ came the exhausted reply. There Patricia lay, her crumpled hair peeping out from the blankets. The stale, sour, smell of too much hibernation trapped in that tiny room. Her frayed sequin shoes left discarded near the door. The feather cap hanging limply from her dresser door, waiting for life to ride underneath it once again and for the wind to make it shimmer with delight. Michelle had walked outside, hoping that this canyon of loneliness would not follow her down the stairs. Out into the sounds of activity, the fresh waft of sea air, and the theatrical display of birdlife. There, Michelle now sits, watching it all as she reunites with the silent strength of her tree.
— - Felicity Chapman, Connected: Bonds Deep
She is a prisoner on the stage as her eyes dart from her notes to the awaiting guests. She cannot leave. She has to live out each excruciating moment. She can no longer feel why it was important to do this in the first place. Her mind has become a Holocaust survivor, just grasping at life, trying to see it through in the paltry way that it exists right now.
— - Felicity Chapman, Connected: Bonds Deep
Anything you want my darling. Anything you need. Just give me the word.’ Tom had said tenderly to his emotionally weathered partner. How could she love him more at that moment? In that one small but monumental phrase he picked her up as if a craftsman might carefully gather and mend the broken parts of a toy. He will do the shopping, the clothes, look after the kids, and make dinner that night.
— - Felicity Chapman, Connected: Bonds Deep
I love you.”“Wow. That too on Valentine’s Day!”“That’s just a coincidence.”A perfect love story started to brew as they embarked on a journey of love and romance. The day the world celebrated love was the day they would start their love story too. What a perfect melodrama, even the best of romantic movies might not have such a climax. A perfect love story was just brewing.
— Jagdish Joghee, The Colour of Love: Trumpets and bugles, there was music all over...
To think that one morning we will open our eyes and see Jesus for who He really is living a good morning for all of eternity
— John M Sheehan
I’ve seen and done things that will give you nightmares, but only you, Julia, only you have the power to bring me to my knees.
— M.L. Rodriguez, Imperfectly Beautiful
The truth had been said but evil had been done.
— - Felicity Chapman, Connected: Bonds Deep
After an eternity she tries to rise. When was it that she had slunk and crouched on the tiles like a haggard waif? Black crows fly down to feast on her eyes. Trembling, her body summons its strength to stand against the swirling mass around her. A long strand of hair falls across her face. She does not bother to brush it back. Instead it stays there like a fly stuck in ointment, strands glued to her tear stained face. Steadying herself on the kitchen bench she edges her way toward the sink to fill a glass of water. Breathe Lisa! Her troubled mind instructs.
— - Felicity Chapman, Connected: Bonds Deep
Maggie would want more from every guy she dated, every relationship she had, because she was using Jamie and Mukti’s love story as a template. And she’d always be disappointed. Neither love nor life is like a fairytale…
— Neha Yazmin, Someone Like You
These kisses hurt--not from roughness, but because she could feel all his pain.
— Jamie Beck, Worth the Risk
Your poetry--it doesn't deserve to be locked away, hidden from the rest of the world. And neither do you.
— Tessa Emily Hall, Unwritten Melody
I know we can do this. I know it’s nothow you would have chosen it, but I know I can make you happy. And all I can say is that you make me … you make me into someone I couldn’t even imagine. You make me happy,even when you’re awful. I would rather be with you – even the you that you seem to think is diminished – than with anyone else in the world.
— Jojo Moyes, Me Before You
We meet lots of people in a lifetime and we lose some of them over a period of time . But every person who comes in lives has a purpose to serve.. NO MEETING IS AN ACCIDENT, EVERY PERSON THAT WE MEET PLAYS A ROLE IN OUR LIVES, WHETHER WE REALIZE IT OR NOT.
— Raj Kiran Atagaraha
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of view is pleased to dote
— William Shakespeare
I guess it's over now," I said bravely. "Right?""Is that what you want?"My throat clenched. I shook my head."What do you want, Haven?""I want you," I burst out, and the tears spilled over again. "But I can't have you."Hardy moved closer, gripping my head in his hands, forcing me to look at him. "Haven, sweetheart . . . you've already got me.
— Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil
After lunch four of us have our picture taken. Regn, myself, Fernus, and Sharon. I grip my brown lunch bag in hand, Fernus holds her soda can, Regn makes a funny expression. But what strikes me about this photograph is the shadow. We are standing in Group Reservations, the sun streaming in from above, through the skylight, and directly behind my head a giant starred reflection is cast on the wall. It is cast there as a pointed halo of sorts.I am next to Regn, she wears her sunglasses though we are still indoors. My face looks so young, my eyes do not betray any weariness. The pain is gradual. The pain is two years and more ahead. Is the star the crest of my youth? Does it suggest what I’ve always known—that something more, something far greater was in store for me? Looking back and all that’s come to pass, I can tell you yes. With a full and tired heart, I can tell you yes. I am not inclined to whimsy or overly-superstitious; however, there are signs and sometimes they must be noticed or you are a fool to dismiss them. I knew from an early age I was different. I sawthe world from a distance. I was born to suffer and endure, but in so doing, if I succeeded, I was born for distinction. It was not conceit, but the knowing of Self and sometimes the frustration, the tedious ache of patience, rendered me doubtful.
— Wheston Chancellor Grove, Who Has Known Heights
Her love was old but her methods were original.
— Raubin Chaudhary
Loneliness is not a feeling caused by the lack of people around—it is a feeling caused by the lack of one person.
— Low Kay Hwa, A Singapore Love Story
Orien,” Birle protested again. “You can stay if you must.” Orien’s cheeks were hollow with hunger and he had little strength for anger. “But I wish you’d come. I don’t know how long it would be before I could come back for you.” So she followed him, since he would return for her.
— Cynthia Voigt, On Fortune's Wheel
They explored me high enough as mountain climbers reached the mountain tops.
— Fernando Lachica, OFW: This is My Life and Story
Robin looked at Daniel and had the meanest thought of her life: "He'll do.
— Jami Attenberg, The Middlesteins
...graced by some delicate, perceptive and fine-boned writing, is at the heart of the book, and Creel gets it all just right.
— Publishers Weekly, Publishers Weekly
FriendshipsHe walked the street with his hat on,as he held on tightly to his stick,tall, sensing his way, up the path and steps.There she stood ready for the day,with a smile, and her multi-coloured hair,beside her, her faithful friend,as they walked together.One, Two, Three holding on tight,as they walked together, sharingstories, making sure he was safe.Pushed, guided, not to get lost,as she held on tight to the ball,moving it backwards and forwards.There he sat as they exchanged,ideas, passions and choices,with a smile and a thank you.There they stood as they exchangedthe daily news, the coffee,a handshake, and a good day.There they walked, as they watched,listened, and shared the beauty of nature,picking the flowers, touching the leaves,and smelling the sweetness.Did you find your friend? ...So many, on the way ...Did you stop? Did you listen? Did you share?By Natasha Parker
— Luisa Natasha Parker
My inner voice told me at that point, “you shouldn’t be caring about her, just move on! You have to improve your life and live apart from her”But my absurd heart was pleading, “you love her, you idiot. She is your life sphere, one more try at least for the sake of kindness.
— Qalandar Nawaz, What about My Feelings?: "I know she doesn't have any feelings towards me but..."
They say that love is finding your soul’s match in another. I found my match. I found him,let him wrestle me to the ground, and then turned around and made him mine. I’m so gladthat I didn’t scare him off, I’m so glad that he didn’t stop chasing.
— Alessandra Torre, Hollywood Dirt
Sometimes, we miss the truth when it's right in front of us, she thought. Sometimes the closer we are, the harder it is to see.
— Jacqueline Simon Gunn, Circle of Trust
Every part of you was made for me. Your lips were made to kiss mine, your eyes were made to wake up to me looking at you in my bed every morning, and your fucking tongue was made to roll my name off of it. I am more certain of us than I'm certain I require oxygen to breathe.
— Gail McHugh, Collide
The euphoric lust cloud is gone and once the smoke begins to clear, like in all good fairytales, the princess turns into nothing more than a common farm girl while the prince goes back to being a regular frog.
— Tali Alexander, Lost in Rewind
The music grew louder, faster, as we saw an empty couch on the balcony and ran to get it, pushed aside another couple darting for the same thing, but it was ours, and we smiled wide, laughing at our fortune, our couch.
— Lee Matthew Goldberg, Slow Down
Is this love? Does love need to hurt this much? Or is this a forced kind of love that slaughters all involved?
— Tali Alexander, Lost in Rewind
The heart can bear a tremendous amount of pain and still hold an abundance of happiness. As you experience more of life's intense pleasures and extreme depths of despair, you will learn just what the heart can hold.
— Charlotte Symonds, What The Heart Can Hold
Its not always about the happy ending. Sometime its about the story.
— Meghna Parihar
A true love story has always been about the journey, not the ending.
— Shannon L. Alder
It rained today. You sat with me. We listened to the pit-patter, felt the cold breeze and got drenched in countless emotions. We didn't say a word to each other. Today, 'words' were mute spectators of our growing love.
— Saru Singhal
My speak a language my heart knows how to respond to.
— Nikki Rowe
When he opened his eyes again, all words escaped him. He had seen her just a second ago and yet his eyes were unprepared for the beauty they saw. Her face was perfect.Her cheeks were still flushed from the excitement. It was the same face he could not wait to see every morning; the same cheeks he had kissed every day for the past four weeks. “You’re not good for me,” he whispered.
— Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
Having sex with her had been a catalyst, new flesh for the virus to feed on. No matter how hard he tried to block her out, she was always there at the back of his mind. Calling him. Begging him to go to her.
— Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
Love the one who proves to you that ‘happily ever after’ is only the beginning.
— Nina Lane, Awaken
At night I sometimes see the figure of a man, on an empty road in a deserted landscape, walking behind a hearse. I am that man. It's you the hearse is taking away. I don't want to be there for your cremation; I don't want to be given an urn with your ashes in it. I hear the voice of Kathleen Ferrier singing, 'Die Welt ist leer, Ich will nicht leben mehr'* and I wake up. I check your breathing, my hand brushed over you. Neither of us wants to outlive the other. We've often said to ourselves that if, by some miracle, we were to have a second life, we'd like to spend it together."*The world is empty. I don't want to go on living.
— André Gorz, Letter to D: A Love Story
He told her over and over how beautiful she was but, to her, his beauty was beyond any words she would ever be able to speak.
— Kathleen Valentine, Depraved Heart: A Novel
- You see a man and you just play with him, because you know you can.- I play with women too. I believe in equal rights, she said, looking in the mirror.
— Eva Scoutt, The Intern
[A]ll these years, I had been telling myself that my feelings for you were a juvenile infatuation; a dream inspired by my secret hope that somewhere there could be a creature who could love me.
— Kellyn Roth, The Dressmaker's Secret
I always believed that first love would stay in my heart the longest, that it would be reminded through every man I met, through every song and every place I had been too, it hurt like hell to experience my heart crashing into a thousand pieces amongst the floor & the feeling of missing them so bad that my body ached that I spent a lot of time alone wondering if I deserved to be loved the way I love and then I met you & you gently reminded me that I was worthy and in your actions taught me to give love one more chance. So I did and as vulnerable and uncertain it all is, im glad my heart has met someone it wants to open for again.
— Nikki Rowe
I'm tired of their plastic pony show.
— Randolph Randy Camp, 29 Dimes: A Love Story
Their marriage was cold and tedious. Formal and unloving. Stale even. She never had any regrets like this with Jack. With Jack, a rainy day would be cheerful.
— LeeAnn Whitaker, Never Another You
So, let’s make this a little interesting… a race. If I win, then you have to polish every saddle and strap of leather of Byron’s, including all brasses and buckles. Oh, and every one of my many pairs of boots.”“And if I win?” I asked, already aware of what I wanted.“What would you like Jack… name it?”“A kiss.”She flushed red. “Fine. Count of three- one- two….”She wouldn’t even give me that three. She was off.
— LeeAnn Whitaker, Never Another You
You could probably call the whole thing an ordinary love story.
— David Lagercrantz, Fall of Man in Wilmslow
Trust me, if I did something, you wouldn’t be asking. You’d definitely be feeling it for days to come.” His green gaze shimmers, challenging me. “I might be a jerk, but I’m the kind of jerk who always lets the woman come first. And not just once.
— J.C. Reed, Beautiful Distraction
When I ask you to listen to meand you start to give me advice,you have not done what I asked.When I ask you to listen to meand you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings.When I ask you to listen to meand you feel you have to do something to solve my problem,you have failed me, strange as that may seem.Listen! All I ask is that you listen.Not talk or do—just hear me.I can do for myself. I’m not helpless.Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.When you do something for me that I can, and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and weakness. But when you accept as a simple factthat I am feeling what I feel no matter how irrational it might be, then I can get on with understanding what is behind this feeling.Perhaps that is why prayer works for so many people.God is silent and He doesn’t give advice or try to fix things.He just listens and lets you work it out for yourself.So, please listen and just hear me.And if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn.Then I’ll listen to you.
— Haleigh Lovell, Liam's List
Saying 'Love you' never creates a story, its the beginning of trouble.
— Sumanta Goswami
We’re all human, we should be respectful of others, and tolerant with each other. This matters more than whether we eat the same food or speak the same language. The skin colour does not make us different. It’s easier to be with people that are different to you but have the same values than to be with people who appear similar to you but have different values.” Sophie
— Angela Nicoara, Loving an Alien
When I'm around you, it's like every dream I've ever had is standing right in front of me.
— Courtney Giardina, Behind the Strings
The two of us were everything that we needed to be to one another as we sat behind those strings.
— Courtney Giardina, Behind the Strings
...I just don't see anything ever happening in this life that could make me not want you all over my skin
— Collen Hoover
You’re so calm,” I said out loud. “It’s like you don’t need it.” Need me, I didn’t say. But I could tell by the way his delinquent smile softened that he knew what I meant.Noah moved forward, toward me, next to me then, the slender muscles in his arms flexing with the movement. “I’m not sure you can appreciate how much I want to lay you out before me and make you scream my name.
— Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer
So you know you're a ghost?"I looked at my hands; they were transparent and glowed faintly. "Can you think of another explanation?
— Christina Dodd, Love Never Dies
Areila walked like she had somewhere to go. I stood by the fountain and watched her pass, but I didn't speak. It was the lady's prerogative to pretend she didn't see me. She got to the edge of the park; I swear, her foot hovered right over the line, when she turned with military precision and marched back. She stopped in front of me and said, "Hello.
— Christina Dodd, Love Never Dies
I have to be honest he was more than a friend to me, I don't know why, but I found myself having feelings for him.~once again...life goes on~
— Rim Ibrahim
Artmake me eternal, give such body to my undying soul. ask the art, art can do it......art can give you the age you want, the life span you want...art can give an ever lasting face to your love and joys; art can give an unending life to your acts, and an novel agelessness to your intercourse with this life that you love and we love...we all. Love, that too is Art and fill your memory yard with its art exhibitions....
— Jamaluddin Jamali, From History to Chance