Bl Love Quotes

Wait a minute, I thought all girls liked those tragic love stories?" Isaac asked as we turned down another hall. "I guess I'm weird." I shrugged. "I prefer a good happy ending to a story, there are enough tragic ones in real life.

How much more love do you need for you to accept me?-Takano

Confinement is not a part of your destiny. Your life purpose is to take the totality of your negative experiences, roll them up into one, and use them positively to lay the foundation for your destiny.

And aren't we all just one heartbreak away from complete and total destruction?

I learned long ago that no matter how much you loathe a past love, some small piece of you will always belong to them.

To be loved out of sympathy is more devastating than to be rejected. -Shinobu

Dumfuck Author, Dumbfuck Novel!

Because once you find what you love, you need to let it consume you and then completely kill you. I dare you to find someone who needs you more than I do. Who wants you more than I do.

You have a boyfriend and you still don't want to watch a love story?" Cece's voice had an edge of snide to it. Stay calm, Lexie. I looked at her and said with a straight face. "I will not eat them in a house, I will not eat them with a mouse, I will not eat them in a box, I will not eat them with a fox. I will not eat them here or there I will not eat them anywhere." [...] "Ah, ah, ah man, Red just quoted Dr. Seuss!" [...] "In an argument" [...] "And totally won.

...my life is the train wreck. You, my dear, are the conductor on the Hot Mess Express

Her lips write silent poetry upon mine.

The only thing I really want out of my career is to change the course of just one person's life for the better. If I can do that, then I know I'll be happy

Girls are…kind. Tender. They’re pretty and they smell good. They give me life. They’re all like precious goddesses. I can’t have such impure feelings for them

Simon presses his lips against mine. This dance we share is as natural as breathing. But this isn't just a kiss. Our tongues mesh together, silently writing the opening lines of a novel and I feel it...I feel him on a completely different level.

The old Ivy feared parental reaction from each tiny act of defiance. But the new Ivy says, "Fuck 'em all!" a sentiment that Rachel will surely appreciate. My new motto? Be who you are and own that shit-because only with true self-acceptance comes peace and joy.

I fall into this kiss… Fall into him… Fall for him.

The heart never feels remorse for falling in love.

I don’t mind. I would rather love your broken pieces than the whole pieces of anyone else.

Simon traces his fingers up my spine, touching bone after bone like he’s holding the individual beads of a rosary in silent worship.

You always feel like something is missing when you finish a book, even when the story has a perfectly happy ending.

Playlist 1. Wild Honey - U2 2. Like Real People Do - Hozier 3. Colorblind - Counting Crows 4. Oh Darling - Gossling 5. Breathing Underwater - Metric 6. Let It Die - Foo Fighters 7. I’m Sorry - Imagine Dragons 8. Fools - Troye Sivan 9. Don’t Mess Me Around - Clare Maguire 10. Heal - Tom Odell 11. Unbreakable - Jamie Scott 12. I’m The Man Who Loves You - Wilco 13. Creep - Radiohead

Be who you are and own that shit

Don’t trust everything you see, Elyse. Even salt looks like sugar.

And that grass is probably greener because it’s fertilized with a bunch of shit.

I want to tell him that if I’m his sun, he’s my moon guiding me out of the darkness.

I loved ballet because it translates so harmoniously the dual relationship between beauty and pain.

We loved each other and that's no laughing matter. She should have never made me put a bullet in her head. Our love made that so.

He is emotionally laid out in defeat, on his shield, to be laid out at her feet.

Uncertainty is not the enemy. It’s your greatest ally. Make love with uncertainty. Uncertainty is the core of the quantum field we’re all part of. It’s your natural habitat. Love it. ... or learn to, if you don’t already.

Every relationship, no matter how strong you believe it to be, is actually quite fragile. Those little cracks in the foundation of any relationship, be it a tiny white lie or something more, is enough to cause your world to come crumbling down when you least expect it.

Life Is an Ambiguous Stimulus In a very real sense, life is an ambiguous stimulus. Does survival of a heart attack indicate that death is imminent or that one has been given a new lease on life? Is falling in love an assurance of a lifelong partnership or the first sign of an inevitable heartbreak? Many human situations are complex and their meanings subtle. Thus, to make sense of and gain agency over our experiences, we engage in the process of self-reflection. Through self-reflection, people come to realize that their lives are filled with uncertainty about their own identities, their relationships with others, and their environmental circumstances. Because living involves adaptation to irregular changes and perturbations from the environment, the process of self-reflection reveals the indefinite nature of life. The uncertainty stemming from threatening stimuli whose nature is unknown or unpredictable evokes stress and a sense of loss of control. In response to uncertainty, we are driven to make meaning of our experiences and in so doing to reduce uncertainty. Indeed, a series of cunning experiments demonstrated that the sense of lacking control promotes illusory pattern perception in ambiguous situations. Hence, people consciously or unconsciously attempt to regain a sense of control by projecting patterns onto the chaos of their lives. This meaning-making process hinged on the appraisal of stressors and their meaningful integration into our autobiographical narratives.

I will always be with you”—“nor forsake you.” The force of that promise is, “Being with you, I will never let you work alone. I will help you. I will not desert you as to My Presence and I will not desert y ou as to My succor. I will be with you and I will help you in all that you have to do.” This is a double promise and it is doubly sweet! Besides that, this promise wards off from us the most terri ble calamity that could possibly occur to us . It may help to make this promise increasingly precious to us if we think for a minute what would become of us if God did leave us or forsake us. Then, indeed, might the heavens be hung with bl ackness and the light of the sun be put out forever if God should leave us! The straight road to Hell would be open before us and we shoul d soon be going there if we were forsaken of God. It would have been far better to never have been born, or never to have known the way of life at all than, after all, to be deserted of God and be left to perish! Thank God that can never be the portion of anyone who has truly trusted in Him. Recollect also that, if He had not been God, He w ould have forsaken us long ago . Our patience with our fellow crea- tures holds out but a very little while. But it is because G od is God and, therefore, changes not, that we are not con- sumed. Have you not done a t housand times enough to have made Him forsake you if He were like the sons of men? I con- fess sorrowfully that I know I have. And if He could turn from His eternal purpose, and if His everlasting love could change, then surely He would long ago have cast my poor soul far away from His Presence, to receive its well-deserved punishment! Is it not a blessed thing to think that the very th ing that is most to be feared by any man can never happen to a Believer, for God has said, “I will neve r leave you, nor forsake you”? You well de serve to be forsaken of God, but He will never leave you! He will deal with yo u in the way of Grace, and not of Justice. If He left you, you would utterly pe- rish, but He will not and cannot do so —you are too dear to Him for His he art to ever turn away from you.

I would rather love your broken pieces than the whole pieces of anyone else.

I know firsthand how love can be cruel. It isn’t always selfless or enduring and it wears a lot of disguises. Often the mask of an attractive man looking to claim whatever he wants as his own. And sometimes love fails. You can give love everything you have to offer, and occasionally that still isn’t enough.

But the truth is, each of us has equal weight in the destruction of our marriage. He may be the knife but I am the blade and together we managed to murder everything we had.

I would rather love your broken pieces than the whole pieces of anyone

anyone else.

The inevitable heartache that comes with caring for someone so deeply. The pain of deceit. The scars of being let down in a way you can never recover from.

Yes. Our last kiss left me with this insatiable desire to hold onto your mouth with mine for as long as humanly possible.

Don’t be fooled. I am falling apart. But the broken ones are the only ones who know how to pick up the pieces and keep going day after day.

Besides, I know you never kiss and tell. You much prefer to screw and squeal.

Oh? And here I thought you were calling to thank me for a night of fiery passion and making sure you couldn’t walk for the past two days.

To chemistry and mystery and discovering exactly what this is.

They’ve both passed. Nate is all I have left. My mom passed from cancer and my dad... My dad passed from the pain of living without his wife.

Growing up my dad would say, ‘if your life were a book, would it be one worth reading?

I think that’s a beautiful sentiment, you being someone’s secret.

Tension. The best experiences in life all come down to that one little word … tension.

Life’s no fun if you’re able to predict what’s coming next. And you, Elyse … I’ve never met a woman like you before. And there’s nothing that could have prepared me for your arrival.

Alex and I have always been like thunder and lightning. Close together and part of the same storm, but never clashing in perfect sync. I had given up hope long ago that things would happen between us but also felt that in another universe, a different lifetime, our fates would collide.

Elyse. I ... I want to ... please … just let me kiss you.” His honeyed words run smooth in the space between our lips and my heart skips a beat.  And

Aren’t you tired of pretending?” I narrow my eyes and knit my eyebrows together. “What are you talking about?” His shoulders slouch and he sighs, shaking his head. “You know … one of these days, Elyse, we are both finally going to recognize this.” He points his index finger at me and then back at himself. “And we will be together, exactly as we should’ve been for the past ten years.

I don’t just notice Elyse when she’s around. I feel her missing when she’s not near me.

I’ve since realized that life is all about holding on tightly and letting go lightly. There are no guarantees, so you have to live each day giving everything you have. But you also have to be ready to let go so you don’t live a life full of regret.

Sometimes you have to walk through hell to appreciate heaven when it’s right in front of you, Elyse.

Because trust isn’t earned standing at the shoreline of the ocean. Trust is earned when you throw yourself into the darkest depths of the water. There, you are most vulnerable to all of your insecurities, imperfections and forgotten secrets. It’s all or nothing. There is no in between when it comes to trust.

I just never imagined that my one night stand would turn into my one and only.

My favorite part of our honeymoon was when Simon dipped me backwards in a passionate kiss on the Ponts des Arts bridge just before we hung a padlock with our initials to the rails, immortalizing our love.

So you really want to go back to Paris?

Ever since the day I met you, you have made my life better and brighter. You are radiant and beautiful. Stubborn and forgiving. And caring and mine.

A successful fight, no matter how heated it may be, is only ‘won’ when both individuals have reached a higher understanding and respect of how the other person thinks and feels. But when you fight with the intention of winning said argument, no one really wins in the end.

Edwin McCain’s “I’ll Be

No, Olivia, that’s where you’re wrong. I was a very real thing. Quite possible the only real thing in his very fake world. And that is

And what is even more painful is the fact you have zero control over who you fall in love with. Right or wrong. Good or evil. Rhyme or reason. It doesn’t matter. Love is the most illogical and inexplicable thing mankind suffers through. That’s right, suffers through. You suffer your desires, your inhibitions, and the person you become when you’re with them … and without them. Love is an illness that deteriorates your heart, and right now I am suffering through my unequivocal love for the one man I shouldn’t. The man who was never truly mine.

He will always be my Simon. My unintended. My favorite, most hated mistake.

Elyse, look at me.” He pulls at my shoulder and I roll over on the couch to meet his gaze. I can feel Alex’s hot breath as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “I know you love me, Elyse. And I know you’re hell bent on denying it. But I want you to know, it doesn’t matter if you willingly invite me in or if I have to break down the walls you’ve built, I’m getting inside that heart of yours one way or another. I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be right here. Waiting … waiting for you to be ready. Okay?

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it." Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence

You will never be commonplace if you are vigilant in love.

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Lying... definitely isn't right. But there's no one so perfect that they only do the right thing. For instance, fighting is wrong... but I've done it, Lin Hang's done it, even Qiu Tian's done it. But it's not like we're bad people for having done some wrong things... right? In this world, having a [requited] love is rare enough... that we are one of those few... is incredibly lucky.

I had hoped that together, we could become something special... a special melody of sorts. But if your hear isn't in it... though your hands may touch the keys, you'll never really hear a sound.

As selfish as it may be, cutting you out of my life may be easy, but getting rid of the part of me that I was when I was with you is not. I don't know how to rediscover the parts of myself I neglected when I was with you.

I had hoped that together, we could become something special... a special melody of sorts. But if your heart isn't in it... though your hands may touch the keys, you'll never really hear a sound.

Prayer for the Miracle of God’s Love3 Our Father, here I am, at your disposal, your child, use me to continue your loving the world, by giving Jesus to me and through me, to each other and to the world. Let us pray for each other, that we allow Jesus to love in us, and through us, with the love with which His Father loves Him. Amen. — BL. MOTHER TERESA OF CALCUTTA

Well, I’m heading home,” Ibaraki announced as they were leaving the restaurant. “Oh, yeah? About time,” Yuichi commented. Ibaraki: “Man, you’re so cold. Aren’t you picking up my love beams?” “Sorry, Yu, but I’m not into BL! I hope you’ll consider a pure and true hetero relationship!” Mutsuko said cheerfully. Yuichi took a conspicuous step back. Ibaraki: "Huh? Hey, don’t take that seriously!

It took some time to realize just how important it is to love your own story. Even if it's not some perfectly scripted traditional fairy tale, it's still yours.

While hugging a tree, I had this thought... People used to tell me I was too picky. People told me I should « lower my expectations »... But... Why should we? What if... I raised them? I'm amazed by how much people are portraying themselves miles from where they really are. And it goes in both ways; some say they have gone much further than the path they actually went, and some say they have gone much less than the path they actually went. Remember that standing in your truth is also to be aware of your true value and recognizing the journey you've been through to acquire that said value. Acknowledge your worth, give yourself the love you deserve, and you'll come closer of standing in your own truth, at a pace so fast it defies the speed of light.

Tandaan mo..." dagdag niya, "Kung `di nila alam na nakikita mo sila..." "...hindi rin nila ako makikita.

Kaya naming mamuhay nang walang mga diyos, Maklium-sa-Tiwan," bulong ko sa kanya. "Maiksi man ang buhay ng tao, `yan ang lakas namin na wala sa mga diwatang tulad ninyo.

Ang kakaiba sa akin ay hindi ang nakikita ng iba, kung `di ang nakikita ng mga mata ko.

Lei Hua had spent so much time alone. His family didn't count, for they loved him unconditionally. Qian Meng was the first to enjoy his company for exactly who he was, and it was an intoxicating feeling. One that made the cultivator unsure of whether he could even attempt to live without it.

That would be pointless, So I chose to confess for a lenient sentence.

That would be pointless, So I chose to confess for a lenient sentence.

The more his teary eyes study Xiao Sheng's calm reaction, the more he feels the love of his life slipping away. Why can't he reach him? He feels so distant. What's this unfamiliar distance? And with each breath Wang Shuyu breathes in, he begins to suffocate.

To imagine Xiao Sheng falling in love with another person, to kiss another, touch another, and do the things they do together, he just can't bear those thoughts. He rather has a knife stabbed repeatedly in his heart.

Love. The secret smiles because of him. The sweet dreams at night even when there are no stars. The warmth that comes as bizarre, but heartwarming. It’s all him. To be in love, Some say to walk into love. But I like to fall, For falling isn’t scary with him. For reaching the bottom, is entering his embrace.

Mas gugustuhin ko ang mundong ligtas," sabi niya, "na walang mga nilalang na tulad nating pwedeng maglagay sa buhay ng iba sa panganib.

hanggat alam kong maari s'yang guluhin ng mga espiritong ito... as long as alam kong pwede ko s'yang tulungan, then I will keep this gift... or curse or whatever it is.

It was as if you became a burning match the moment you became mine. And I'm afraid that the remaining burning embers will disappear. I want to just blame you for choosing me... just so that you could put my mind at ease. But I am already too old... to do that now.

Wang Shuyu stares endearingly at Xiao Sheng as more buttons are being buttoned. He watches how Xiao Sheng would complain but always ends up doing it if it's what he wants. Why is Xiao Sheng lovely like this? Being lovely like this, Wang Shuyu can't help but adore and succumb to his knees for this person.

Following that, Wang Shuyu grabs the hand on his face and brings it to his chest. "My heart's beating really fast. I just fell in love with you again." "I know, I saw it in your eyes.” The mellow person looks down, feeling shy from his own words.

The gentleness hidden in those fierce eyes is mesmerizing and drawing him into a trap that he will voluntarily walk into. Thinking about it, the view of the street from this angle of the alley looks more beautiful than the angle in the café. As expected of Spring, the season of blossoms, alive colors of green fluttering in the subtle wind, fluttering like hearts wavering with the essence of falling in love, with the sunlight shining through the parallel lines of trees make the overall scene intriguingly astonishing. It feels warm as well. Not from the sunlight. But more from the hand that currently holds on to his hand.

I love you, Wang Shuyu.

Tears roll out of Wang Shuyu’s eyes mercilessly as he cries and begs the love of his life to hold on, but his love is no longer responsive. This place. It's dark. He's not alone. Xiao Sheng is by his side. In his arms. But he is now more terrified than ever.

One thing for certain is, it is not possible for him to stop loving Wang Shuyu.

Then it's a silent stare between the two lovers. It's calm and peaceful. But, not for long . . . In a few blinks, Xiao Sheng's mellow cheeks are rained with kisses. He can't help but giggle along. Then his lips . . . but to his surprise it's a slow—soft—gentle kiss. Loving. Doting. Devoting. Wang Shuyu slowly leans back to gain a full view of the face of the love of his life. He starts smiling, smiling his brightest smile. Staring into each other's glistening eyes, it's like time stops for a while. His eyes . . .

Xiao Sheng nods, understanding what his lover's eyes are conveying. Tears brim his eyes in return. They cuddle closer and their bodies wrap together cozily with utmost contentment. A loyal and unfaltering love. From here on, we will go through each day together. The road is long and far ahead, but we will accompany each other just like this. Side by side, together.

Xiao Sheng is his hobby. Actually, Xiao Sheng’s more than a hobby. He's a religion. Actually, he's not just that. Xiao Sheng is his everything. It's unacceptable to give a wrong answer. If he gives a wrong answer, he won't touch the love of his life for a week. Not touching his lover is nearly impossible for him to do, especially when they are this close.

If I'm cool, then when you date, date someone with similar traits to me. If you're going to love, love someone who loves you, is willing to understand, support, and proudly show you off, not keep you hidden

With Xiao Yu on his back, Wang Shuyu strolls to the love of his life. Xiao Sheng is standing, waiting with Xiaofan in his arms. With each step Wang Shuyu takes, the smile on his face becomes warmer. If it was a decade ago, never would he ever thought he would have a family, not even a lover. Life is kind to him after all.

Dragon's treasure burning bright, In the darkness of this night. Once again it gives us light And speaks to us of its might. Dragon's treasure burning bright On this black and fateful night. Kings will never use its light Nor boast again of its might. Dragon's treasure burning bright Sear this image in their sight Royal sons much reach the height To rule with love, not with might.