Insta Love Quotes

It had insta-love, the bane of my existence. Girl sees boy and falls in love. Immediately. Soul mate, breath stealing, toes curling, love after one conversation. Boy pushes girl away for some paranormal reason or another. Girl still loves boy. Boy finally admits love.

Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower. That's the kind of love my parents had. Not so consuming and more everlasting. And you see that tree over there? Now it's only showing green leaves, but during the spring it's covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are, they can also speak of beauty and passion.

Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower

It takes only a bit of tragedy to destroy insta-love.

But she hates insta-love. Apparently she hates semi-instant love and love at a snail's pace and love in general and…Fuck!

But she hates insta-love. Apparently she hates semi-instant love and slow love and love at a snail’s pace and love in general and . . . “Fuck!

First of all”—Feenie pointed at her—“you are not broken and I don’t ever want to hear that again. Second, being attracted to one person doesn’t necessarily change who you are. Maybe you’re graysexual instead of straight up ace. There’s just something about the way Takumi’s genetic code arranged his face and body that appeals to your brain chemistry. It’s insta-lust. Enjoy it for what it is.

I've just met my dream woman. Now, how do I make her mine?

It’s funny how the world has become so upside down that it’s eager to embrace insta-sex, and yet so dismissive of love at first sight.

It had insta-love, the bane of my existence.... Who was I kidding? I sort of loved all that angst.

I love math because there's always a right answer. It's not interpretive; it's not subjective. There is a correct destination, even if you have to hack through confusing parts to get there. That's not always true in life.

I think true love transcends tiem. The thunderbolt does not. Not if it strkes men the way you described." I start a sprint toward a glade where my favorite orange flowers grow. He catches up with me easily. "Most girls prefer flowers over trees." I brush my fingers on the petals."These flowers blossom quickly. They speak of passion, of beauty." I take a witheting flower that had dropped to the ground and fondle it between my fingers. "But flowers don't last. They wither easily and have limited growth. A tree might not speak of passion but sturdiness. Yet, it grows higher and lasts longer. Some of these trees were here before I was born and they'll be here once I'm gone." My heads falls back as I look at the highest tree. "Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower. That's the kind of love my parents had. It wasn't as consuming as it was everlasting. And you see that tree over there? Now it's showing only green leaves, but in spring it's covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are, they can also speak of beauty and passion.

Maybe I don't know the first thing about falling in love, because I've been telling myself I'm not falling for him yet. That it's too soon. But it's not. what's happening inside my heart right now is way too consequential to deny. I think I've been misjudging the whole concept of insta-love. Now if I can just figure out how we can finish these next few years with a happy ending.

You own this cock. Torture me or free me, Peyton. You decide.” -Granger

This isn't some trashy romance novel where you get that crappy insta-love. There's no supernatural pull from the fates demanding we be together as soul mates for all of eternity while fighting off the bad guys. Love takes time. It takes work. It's not just something you throw yourself into because if you do it right, you'll only ever have to fall in love once. I only intend to fall in love once, and when I do, I won't be falling in two weeks time.

Eric lifted the long lock of hair that he dyed a different vibrant color every forty-nine days without fail and stared at it. His memory had served him correctly. It was currently cobalt blue—the exact same shade as the under-layer of her hair. What were the chances? It had to be kismet. Destiny. Fate. Providence. All of the above... She’d said her name was Rebekah. That was Eric’s favorite name. At least, now it was.

For some reason, her features soften at that. “You don’t spend much time around women, do you?” I shrug. “They are around once in a while, but they do not have eyes that hurt my stomach. In truth, I don’t care enough to look at them.” I grunt, bundling her closer. “You…you will be major distraction, kotik. Bad for my career.” -Whitney & Maxim

Insta-love isn’t something that happens in real life. It happens in the books I read, but not in the world I live. Though here stands this beautiful, sexy, funny, sweet and amazing guy who has done everything short of professing love at first sight to me and I’m still standing here like a pair of lungs suffocating, needing him in order to breathe.

What we do, and how we live, teaches people far better than our judgments and advice ever could.

When we find ways to bring more fun, joy, and playfulness into our daily lives, we sparkle with our own unique style and empower others to shine their special light as well.

You never know what another person is going through, and sometimes your smile might be something that makes a difference in their day.

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath... Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other.

We each have 24 hours in a day. How are you going to use yours? Watching the news and scrolling on social media, or using technology as a powerful tool to accomplish your goals and live your dreams?

I don’t believe in true love and I certainly don’t believe in love at first sight. Insta-love isn’t something that happens in real life. It happens in the books I read, but not in the world I live. Though here stands this beautiful, sexy, funny, sweet and amazing guy who has done everything short of professing love at first sight to me and I’m still standing here like a pair of lungs suffocating, needing him in order to breathe. I’m not running, I’m here, submerged in all of my vulnerability, taking the biggest chance I ever have with my heart and soul. I hope I’m choosing wisely. I stared at the ground and felt his eyes on the top of my head.

At one point, his eyes flashed toward mine in the rearview mirror. It was just for an instant, but I felt the small twinge in my stomach as sharply as I would have if he had taken a soft finger and run it down the length of my open palm.

Quinn?” he says hoarsely, his harsh breaths pelting my mouth. “Yes?” “I’ve wanted to marry you since this morning.” I laugh tearfully, my chest squeezing. “You have?” “Yes.” He pulls me tight to his body, his chest rising and falling with unsteady shudders. “Quinn?” “Yes?” “I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you.” -Quinn & Desmond

With every book I write, I give the Hera Leick Promise. I will never weave into my stories: cheating; sex outside the main characters; sexual abuse; cliffhangars; years of separation; man whores; and lastly my worst pet peeve, insta-love. If one sneaks in, I give you permission to shoot me. Please make note, however, guns are not legal in England. Neither is murder. I hope.

People will hate you if you’re beautiful. They will hate you if you’re successful. They will hate you if you’re right. They will hate you if you’re popular, they will hate you if you get attention, they will hate you if you’ve courage, they will hate you when people support you, they will hate you when they’ll see you happy. They will hate you while they post prayers/religious quotes on insta. They just hate! However remember this: they hate you because you represent something they feel they don’t have, it really isn’t about you! It is about hatred they have for themselves. So smile today because there is something you’re doing right that has a lot people thinkin about you!❤ Smile, Because last year this happened to you, this exact phase of sadness came along and it passed.

But no matter how I tried to get into the book I was reading, it wasn’t working. Half of it was the book. It had insta-love, the bane of my existence. Girl sees boy and falls in love. Immediately. Soul mate, breath stealing, toes curling, love after one conversation. Boy pushes girl away for some paranormal reason or another. Girl still loves boy. Boy finally admits love. Who was I kidding? I sort of loved all that angst.

Love doesn't always make sense. And that's the great beauty of it, the great mystery–the thing cynics who scoff at so-called 'insta-love' would bottle if they could. But you can't manufacture mystery, honey.

Insta-love never works, you know that.

Emma was pretty sure that his girlfriend and her date had just stumbled upon the elusive insta-love. Also know as love at first sight. Also known as They are complete idiots if they ever think it will last.

Love isn't something you can put a timeline on, you know that right?As it would seem, fate had other plans for us. Wouldn't you agree?

Can a person really love someone so deeply after only a week? Hello? Cliche much for insta-love?

Dedication This book is dedicated to readers who enjoy insta-love in smutty books as much as I do.

We are so much more than our social media profiles, and it’s important to always remember that, even when it doesn’t feel like it.

Before we can bloom into the most beautiful expression of the lotus we’re meant to be, it helps to focus on our point of attraction in the world: the way we love and care for ourselves.

Our on-demand world socializes us to desire instantaneous wish fulfillment. But that’s not how the world really works. Anything that is truly meaningful and fulfilling happens over time with consistent effort.

In order for us to feel like we have the time, energy, money, and space to create the lives we really want to live, we need to create and enforce healthy boundaries that enable us to experience a sense of balance. From this open space, we can truly bloom.

The environments in which we spend the most time have the greatest impact on our energy. We can choose to simplify and enhance our environments to increase our energy, to provide a sense of peace and well-being, and to support us in our goal to live our dreams.

The quality of our lives could be dramatically improved by letting go of superfluous items, thoughts, people, and obligations that no longer fit the life we want to live or the person we’re becoming.

When we take full accountability for our lives, we alchemize seemingly negative occurrences into opportunities. We stand in our power and take action to get the results we want while letting go of the need to control the outcome.

Passion is the foundation for building the life of your dreams.

Make peace with the past so you can be fully in the present.

When we feel powerful, we feel that our voices have value, our choices matter, and our actions can make a difference.

The better we become about determining our top priorities and setting boundaries to protect them, the greater potential we’ll have for achieving our dreams.

Your life is so precious. Don’t waste it seeking other people’s approval or permission to pursue your dreams.

Don’t chase your dreams—become a dream magnet.

Friends who don’t care about your feelings aren’t your real friends.

When you feel prosperous, you have an abundance mentality that recognizes that you have good luck and you’re going to play whatever cards you’re dealt to the best of your ability.

When we add more panache to our lives, we feel more vibrant and alive. That confidence can’t help but spill out onto the world around us and attract new people, exciting opportunities, and good hair days. Who doesn’t want that?

If you know that you’re meant to change something in your life, get to work changing it. Get so busy doing the “right” things that you don’t have time to do the “wrong” things anymore.

Let go of the anchor of needing other people’s approval. It will only hold you back, weaken your resolve, and make you resentful toward them. You need all of your emotional and physical energy to propel you forward to your dream.

When we let go of concern or worry about what others think about us, we free ourselves to be the weird and wonderful people we were born to be.

Travel has always been it for me. My guilty pleasure, my therapy, my most patient teacher. Travel- the act of getting out, exploring, and really discovering something new- has always been there to celebrate my victories, soothe my sorrows, and help make the world around me make sense. Traveling is an act of self-love as well as an act of self-discovery because as we ask the world around us to open up and let us in, we're also opening ourselves up to being changed and transformed by what we find.

If you found the one person that challenges you, has similar interests and values, has the same sense of humor, and accepts you and all of your quirks, why would you seek any other company?

Is there anything you would like to say to the man who nominated you?” “Yes, actually. There is.” I turn slightly to face my boyfriend in the audience where he is just basking in the attention. “Clyde? We’re over. Done. Caput.” Clyde’s smug smile deflates and I turn to face the frozen host. “Also, I’m so not doing this.” Panic cracks like lightning across his features when I start to remove my apron. “Uhhh. B-but…don’t you want to meet our celebrity judges first?” “Nope.

Alice. This girl has turned me inside out. From her humor, to her beauty, to her backbone, to the way she submits to me. Trusts me. She’s a treasure that I might have never discovered if I’d stayed in London. The mere thought causes panic to well up like a geyser in my chest and I have to stroke my hands down her smooth back to remind myself she’s here.

His dark eyebrow arches at me and then he does something that makes the ground tremble under my feet. He shakes his head at me. Just a quick tweak of his head. Just one. He’s telling me no. That I can’t leave. That he isn’t allowing it. I feel the certainty of our communication down to my toes and automatically, my fingers leave the strings of my apron. I press my thighs together as tightly as possible so the resulting wetness doesn’t run down my inner thighs. Thank God my lower half is hidden by the worktable. Based on the way Sebastian’s blue eyes darken, however, he knows very well the effect his silent command is having on me.

I wanted to be the man she needed, one she could look up to, and who would always love and care for her. I wanted to be hers.

I wasn’t in love with Daniel. I only met him an hour ago. That was impossible. Wasn’t it?

It was crazy. Why can a mother look into the eyes of her child for the first time and feel insta-love, but that same woman would be shamed for feeling the same for a man?

Now people nowadays, especially the younger ones, they don’t have an ounce of romance in their soul. It’s all zombies and video games, shallow celebrities. They love insta-sex but make fun of what they call insta-love. They get a few minutes pleasure out of the foolin’ around, but don’t have the depth of heart to fall in love like a romantic will, so they scoff at it. Real love is like that sometimes.

It’d break my heart if you didn’t like me because I kind of love you more than anything on earth.

But no matter how I tried to get into the book I was reading, it wasn’t working. Half of it was the book. It had insta-love, the bane of my existence. Girl sees boy and falls in love. Immediately. Soul mate, breath stealing, toes curling, love after one conversation. Boy pushes girl away for some paranormal reason or

Beeping smoke detectors means low batteries, not 'take them out and burn your kitchen down.' Fire Captain James Haskell failing badly at flirting over a smoky kitchen

Some say honesty is the best policy. I believe lying to yourself is a form of self-preservation.

Now @mark zuckerberg turned into a world's biggest pimp, because fb reels and insta reels have become the world's biggest virtual Prostitution brothel

I was a ‘go best friend, that’s my best friend’ type of friend.

I lifted the bat higher and angled my body to swing. “Yeah, come to me as a woman so I can send you to the hospital as a patient.

And yet, the healed, evolved version of me still wanted to beat her ass a little bit.

Facebook should start giving a brothel license as fb insta reels become a place of virtual prostitution and showcase of Nudity.

She bites her lip to stop her grin. 'I like your logic. You know how much I dislike insta-love.' 'Oh, it was still insta-love,' I tell her. 'But ours is legit.

When we pull into the long driveway, I get a sort of hopeful feeling, it’s unusual and a little unwelcome. I rarely ever feel hopeful. It goes against my pessimistic nature.

Sebastian is outside with his dog, Seawitch, a dumb fucking name for a dog, but he also named his winery the Thirsty Monkey, so he’s clearly an idiot.

I grab my wine and drink it down. This is why I hate to socialize. People talk about me and how I’m really a good person and then I have to disappoint them when they find it’s not the case.

I have a very low threshold for bullshit, Frank, especially from myself.” “I appreciate a woman with standards,” I say.

As an Italian, I’m used to heat, but I thought it had gotten even to me when a mirage—a Venus from a Renaissance painting—floated into the lecture hall.

He reached out—almost like he wanted to make sure I was real—and slid his fingers across my cheek and curved his hand around my neck. He’d barely begun to draw me towards him when I rushed to close the space between us, reaching his lips with a yearning I didn’t know I had in me.

Partner is very important in life But if you become your own partner Then nobody can make you feel alone Hold your own hand and become string You have miles to travel - Insta: @authorharoonrashid

But I knew I had to go where I could grow.

Sometimes opportunities don’t present themselves. Sometimes the opportunities have to be taken.

and I quote—fuck men, get money.

But no matter how I tried to get into the book I was reading, it wasn’t working. Half of it was the book. It had insta-love, the bane of my existence. Girl sees boy and falls in love. Immediately. Soul mate, breath stealing, toes curling, love after one conversation. Boy pushes girl away for some paranormal reason or another. Girl still loves boy. Boy finally admits love. Who

Beasting Beauty is a quick and filthy modern twist on a fairytale involving a dark, utterly obsessed alpha hero and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to give you the vapors. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!

Whiskey Jacks Saloon. He’s playing country western music, and wearing a plaid button down shirt and fringe along the sides of his tan chaps that cover his jeans, no less. Who can’t appreciate a cowboy in plaid and fringe? There are so few of us who can actually pull that off. Usually I’m all about acoustic guitars, but not tonight. At the moment, my mind is

I wasn’t all that sure God existed because there was no explaining why He hated me so much. It wasn’t as though He’d learned not to like me; it was more like one of those insta-hates that only intensified without any reason. And He loved screwing me over. Like it was His favorite pastime or something. Like He really had nothing else better to do than fuck with my life. Just when I thought there wasn’t one more obstacle He could throw my way, He proved me wrong. More than God loved screwing me over, He really loved proving me wrong.

insta-love so hard it will dent your kindle. *not responsible for dented kindles*

The good, the bad... forever.