Kings & Kink

This challenge opened in August 2021 .

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"How those great big red ridges must smart as they swell!
How the Master does like to flog Algernon well!
How each cut makes the blood come in thin little streaks
From that broad blushing round pair of naked red cheeks."
~ Algernon Charles Swinburne (1887)

Romance

"He knew it was the first time their hands had met, though she was perfectly unconscious of the fact."
~ North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell

"If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life."
~ The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

"In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you."
~  Selected Diaries by Virginia Woolf

"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days — three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
~ Selected Love Letters to Fanny Brawne by John Keats

"'This is nothing,' cried she: 'I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.'"
~ Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

"'I can make you happy,” said he to the back of her head, across the bush. “You shall have a piano in a year or two—farmers’ wives are getting to have pianos now—and I’ll practise up the flute right well to play with you in the evenings.'

'Yes; I should like that.'

'And have one of those little ten-pound gigs for market—and nice flowers, and birds—cocks and hens I mean, because they be useful,' continued Gabriel, feeling balanced between poetry and practicality.

'I should like it very much.'

'And a frame for cucumbers—like a gentleman and lady.'

'Yes.'

'And when the wedding was over, we’d have it put in the newspaper list of marriages.'

'Dearly I should like that!'

'And the babies in the births—every man jack of ’em! And at home by the fire, whenever you look up, there I shall be—and whenever I look up there will be you.'

'Wait, wait, and don’t be improper!'"
~ Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

"'Christine was engaged to somebody in her home town. I knew it and she knew I knew it. When her brother graduated he told me his sister was coming to Kingsport the next winter to take music, and asked me if I would look after her a bit, as she knew no one and would be very lonely. So I did. And then I liked Christine for her own sake. She is one of the nicest girls I’ve ever known. I knew college gossip credited us with being in love with each other. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else—there never could be anybody else for me but you. I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.'"
~ Anne of the Island by L. M. Montgomery

"To none. No, Miss Manette, to none. If you will hear me through a very little more, all you can ever do for me is done. I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. In my degradation I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father, and of this home made such a home by you, has stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it."
~ A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant."
~ Persuasion by Jane Austen

"You were made perfectly to be loved, and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you my whole life long."
~ The Letters of Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Barrett, Vol. 1(of 2) 1845-1846 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Estella was the inspiration of it, and the heart of it, of course. But, though she had taken such strong possession of me, though my fancy and my hope were so set upon her, though her influence on my boyish life and character had been all-powerful, I did not, even that romantic morning, invest her with any attributes save those she possessed. I mention this in this place, of a fixed purpose, because it is the clue by which I am to be followed into my poor labyrinth. According to my experience, the conventional notion of a lover cannot be always true. The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I loved her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection."
~ Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

"She contracted a yawn to an inoffensive smallness, so that it was hardly ill-mannered at all. 'I don’t love you,' she said.

'But I love you—and, as for myself, I am content to be liked.'

'Oh Mr. Oak—that’s very fine! You’d get to despise me.'

'Never,' said Mr Oak, so earnestly that he seemed to be coming, by the force of his words, straight through the bush and into her arms. 'I shall do one thing in this life—one thing certain—that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.'"
~ Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

Affection

“Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”
~ Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

"Anne longed to get home to read her precious letters; but she made one little pilgrimage first. She went alone to the green corner of the 'old' Bolingbroke cemetery where her father and mother were buried, and left on their grave the white flowers she carried. Then she hastened back to Mount Holly, shut herself up in her room, and read the letters. Some were written by her father, some by her mother. There were not many—only a dozen in all—for Walter and Bertha Shirley had not been often separated during their courtship. The letters were yellow and faded and dim, blurred with the touch of passing years. No profound words of wisdom were traced on the stained and wrinkled pages, but only lines of love and trust. The sweetness of forgotten things clung to them—the far-off, fond imaginings of those long-dead lovers. Bertha Shirley had possessed the gift of writing letters which embodied the charming personality of the writer in words and thoughts that retained their beauty and fragrance after the lapse of time. The letters were tender, intimate, sacred. To Anne, the sweetest of all was the one written after her birth to the father on a brief absence. It was full of a proud young mother’s accounts of “baby”—her cleverness, her brightness, her thousand sweetnesses.

'I love her best when she is asleep and better still when she is awake,' Bertha Shirley had written in the postscript. Probably it was the last sentence she had ever penned. The end was very near for her.

'This has been the most beautiful day of my life,' Anne said to Phil that night. 'I’ve FOUND my father and mother. Those letters have made them REAL to me. I’m not an orphan any longer. I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday, sweet and beloved, between its leaves.'"
~ Anne of the Island by L. M. Montgomery