Today’s Topic: Valentine’s Day/Love Freebie
Hosted by: That Artsy Reader Girl
I’m a sucker for romance. And romantic, well said words of love are the quickest way to make me melt. So for this week’s freebie, I’m featuring dialogue and quotes from books on love and romance.
“Now that we’re apart, I feel I should begin addressing you in the terms of endearment that so easily slip from the mouths of my barrack mates—darling, sweetheart, honey. Truth is, I always thought your name was a term of endearment in itself.”
Were they not going to extraordinary lengths to hide their unprofessed feelings while forgetting their eyes had a language all their own?
And she fell in love. Helplessly; hopelessly—a consummate disaster. She felt it happen while his mouth came against hers and his gloved fingers pressed into the tender skin behind her earlobes. It was something physical, a tangible wound, a terrible rent in the fabric of her life, as if her whole self had been torn from her body and replaced by something else entirely. Something that belonged not to her but to him.
“I just want you to be happy,” Freddy said quietly. “The difference when he isn’t around—it’s like swapping between a full-colour photograph and its negative. If you’re going to be with someone, they shouldn’t…fade you.”
For years she had had her back against the stone wall of Rhett’s love and had taken it as much for granted as she had taken Melanie’s love, flattering herself that she drew her strength from herself alone. And even as she had realized earlier in the evening that Melanie bad been beside her in her bitter campaigns against life, now she knew that silent in the background, Rhett had stood, loving her, understanding her, ready to help. Rhett at the bazaar, reading her impatience in her eyes and leading her out in the reel, Rhett helping her out of the bondage of mourning, Rhett convoying her through the fire and explosions the night Atlanta fell, Rhett lending her the money that gave her her start, Rhett who comforted her when she woke in the nights crying with fright from her dreams — why, no man did such things without loving a woman to distraction!
“she also taught me what love really looks like. That it’s messy and imperfect and worth fighting for.”
“And I know I once said that our fairy tale is on hold for a while, but I don’t think that’s true now. This is the fairy tale. We’re living it.”
“Fairy tales were never really about a perfect end to a story. It’s the day-by-day living it that counts.”
“I’m a part of your past.”
“No, you’re not.” He looked at her in the darkness. “You’re a part of me.”
“Nicola—love between a man and woman, that which is worth having and holding, does not come softly nor easily. Did it, how would it weather life’s storms? And there will be storms, both inside and outside a marriage.”
He wanted her. Might as well tie the noose around his own neck. At least the pain of the gallows would be momentary, unlike the burden of needing another heart to beat in unison with his own.
This, Violet thought. I want this. A husband who will talk to a stranger about me with pride and adoration in his eyes.
Relationships were painful and messy and beautiful and important. The mess came with the beauty. The pain came with the importance.
“Sometimes love is a choice.”
“And you choose not to love?”
“Sometimes the best way to love is to choose to let go.”