क्या आप मुझ पर खफ़ा हैं?
ये सासे जो पुकारती है मुझे, आपके हैं?
नस-नस में जो खून बेह रहा हैं,
न जाने कहाँ जा रहा हैं
काश इस जिंदगी ने बोल दी होती
सासे लेना क्या गुनाह हैं मेरी?
“Even if my heart skips a beat, it takes your name twice after it.”
—shree
You said you love me yet your actions say otherwise
Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.
Slowly, tenderly, and in ever-growing circles, he moved his palms up from her feet toward her ankles and from there toward her belly. All the while his lips muttered words that sounded like a secret ancient code to Ella. Suddenly she understood. He was praying. While his hands caressed every inch of her body, his eyes remained firmly closed and his lips prayed for her. It was the most spiritual thing she had ever experienced. And although she kept her clothes on, and so did he, and although there was nothing carnal about it, it was the sexiest feeling she had ever experienced.
I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.
—Tengo
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2
Let my heart tell you, "I love you", a hundred thousand times, every time a different nuance, a different color, a different sound.
e.v.e.
But Park’s face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn’t want history to forget it.
If she showed him how much she needed him, he’d run away.
Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
—Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell
𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.
His soul rushed out. Carrying the memory that was important. The only memory that was important.
Vedavati.
— War of Lanka, Amish
"I have a butterfly for a heart, it bumbles and flutters.. flying like a little lover of stars. It lands on your finger, in your chest, and it lingers a little longer on your vest.. it flies to the heavens and back with wishes on it's little back, and then.. well, then it feeds off of the pollen of your smile as a snack. And then it mates with your soul to sedate the moons glow, saying let the love flow.."
If I had a butterfly for a heart, I wouldn't mind if it was in your stomach - eUë