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a8b2dbc "I was afraid this day would never come," she whispered. He cupped her face in his hands. "I told you love works magic." love true-love Kate Forsyth
64acbc8 I'd learned more about her in that exhausted, murmuring hour than in all the many months before it. Lovers find their way by such insights and confidences: they're the stars we use to navigate the ocean of desire. And the brightest of those stars are the heartbreaks and sorrows. The most precious gift you can bring to your lover is your suffering. So I took each sadness she confessed to me, and pinned it to the sky. happiness inspirational love spiritual Gregory David Roberts
656ae7a "I am like you, Bloodheart," he said, his voice hoarse; but his voice always was hoarse now, for he had survived worse injuries than these. The iron collar, and his chains, weighed heavily on his neck. "My heart rests not within me but with another, and she is far away from here. That is why you will never defeat me." love strength-of-will undefeated Kate Elliott
6650d66 Your friends will still be your friends, if they're good friends. life love olympics running Jennifer Weiner
699ef23 He's a waiter, not a Mafia stooge, so what's he going to do? Blac pepper them to death? Compliment them into a coma? Run them over with the dessert trolley? cheat fling love Marian Keyes
69f6c22 Lonzi said the only thing worth loving was what was to come, and since what was to come was unforeseeable---only a cretin or a liar would try to predict the future---the future had to be lived now, in the now, as intensity. hindsight insight living love time Rachel Kushner
2885c8e Now I appreciate that for those of you who have stayed with me this far, there's nothing too surprising about this romantic development. You probably saw it coming. But I didn't inspirational love James Patterson
07f2661 "Ci sono altre ragioni per cui mi sono innamorato di Karla; ragioni non cosi poetiche, ma ugualmente reali. E un' per me, e abbiamo tutti questi interessi comuni... "incontri della mente"... qualunque cosa essa sia. Posso parlare di computer e della Microsoft e di quella parte della nostra vita, ma facciamo anche conversazioni esoteriche che non hanno niente a che fare con la vita tech. Non ho mai avuto davvero un'amica cosi intima prima. E poi c'e quella faccenda non lineare: Karla e intuitiva e io non lo sono, eppure lei continua a essere sulla mia frequenza. Capisce perche gli spaghetti yaki soba in un contenitore di plastica importati dal Giappone sono intrinsecamente fantastici. Si spreme il cervello fino a strizzarlo quando sa di non aver spiegato un'idea chiaramente come e sicura di poter fare, e si sente frustrata. Comunque, voglio ricordare che ci si puo innamorare. Perche puoi avere una vita tua dopo non aver mai avuto una vita tua. Non mi sono mai aspettato di innamorarmi. E allora cosa mi aspettavo dalla vita?" love Douglas Coupland
f1b90e4 "At what point," he asked, "does one decide on rafters and a rope? Answer: no points to be had. There is merely what happened, what is now happening and what will one day happen. Do we choose sleep? Hell no and bullshit - we fall. We give ourselves over to possibility, to whim and fancy, to the bed, the pillow, the tiny white tablet. And these choose for us. Gravity has a hand. Bear in mind trapdoors. We fall in love, yes? Tumble, in fact. Is it choice? Enough said." love possibility sleep suicide Tim O'Brien
a9356da But the most amazing thing is the sight I'm looking at right now, and I don't need the binoculars to see it either: Michael wearing nothing but board shorts as he lies in the hammock across from mine, reading a book on microprocessing (I do hope the micros and the processors end up happily ever after at the end) love Meg Cabot
6a93157 El muchacho le explico, como pronunciando un sermon, que el mundo de los hombres era vil y estaba lleno de mentiras. En el, solo el arte conducia a la vida verdadera y eterna, y el mismo era grande porque sabia lo que se encontraba mas alla de las puertas del arte. La muchacha no podia dudar de la nobleza de sus palabras. life love philosophy Jun'ichirō Tanizaki
f1f15d6 Why, Mr. Anderson?, Why, why?. Why do you do it? Why, why get up?. Why keep fighting?. Do you believe you're fighting...for something?. For more than your survival?. Can you tell me what it is?. Do you even know?; Is it freedom?, Or truth?. Perhaps peace?. Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although... only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now, You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson?. Why?, Why do you persist?. Agent Smith ( Matrix Revolutions Movie, 2003 ). existence fight freedom human-beings illusions love matrix passion perception persistence survival survival-instinct truth why why-we-live win William Irwin
d9f4c9e I trust you to find the good in me, but the bad I must be sure you don't overlook. -Char to Ella ella ella-enchanted love prince-char prince-charmont Gail Carson Levine
6bc5d59 There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as they say, read them like a book. expression love yearning-of-the-heart Diane Setterfield
6cfb385 Dreagostea - ceea ce-si doreste ea cel mai mult. Respectul - ceea de ce el are nevoie cu disperare. love relationships respect Emerson Eggerichs
6d26070 "Do you know what made me fall in love with you?" George asked suddenly. Anne shook her head, puzzled that he should ask her this now. "I heard you laugh, down the hall, just before I got to Spanish class that first day. I couldn't see you. I just heard this fabulous laugh, like a whole octave, top to bottom. And I had to hear it again." love Mary Doria russell
6d9152d It is generally anger dreams that occupy my nights now. This is not uncommon after loss of love-- blue and black and red blasting the crater open. I am interested in anger. breaking-up grief loss loss-of-love love Anne Carson
b268da0 It is said that the dead forget the dead in the house of Hades, Cassandra, but I hoped it was not so. hades love Roger Zelazny
07c2c17 Laura po Kitty touzi. Po jeji sile, po tom, jak vecne, pohodove prijima vsechna sva zklamani, po mihotavych ruzovozlatych svetlech jeji utajene osobnosti, po krehkych nasamponovanych hlubinach jejich vlasu. feelings love Michael Cunningham
d8c84b2 The bitter thought against which Don Juan hopelessly rebels is the same thought that contains the promise of Tristan's consolation: the thought of death. Don Juanism and Tristanism are extreme responses to a perception that lies at the root of human attraction and human love: the thought of our common mortality. love Roger Scruton
6dd3e88 It took seven languages to make me; it would have been nice if I could have spoken just one. But I couldn't, so he leaned down and kissed me. languages love Nicole Krauss
6e05e7b "A wrestling match.. Yes, you could describe life that way." So which side wins, I ask? He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth. "Love wins. Love always wins." life live love tug-of-war win wrestle Mitch Albom
f2873d4 Words for Flora Nothing would be easier withou you, because you are everything, all of it- sprinkles, quarks, giant donuts,eggs sunny side up you are the ever expanding universe to me. love squirrel Kate DiCamillo
6f0f658 I want our life to be like a house with all the windows lit. love Edith Wharton
254411a "They would regret that they had not killed him; he would get out of that hole and find Juliana sooner or later, even if he had to pursue her to hell itself. "Oh, you won't have to go that far, we are on our way to California," Diego said in farewell" humor love Isabel Allende
d86fce8 !Ay, que terribles cinco de la tarde!. !Eran las cinco en todos los relojes Eran las cinco en sombra de la tarde! love sadness Federico García Lorca
f2bc088 "I began to laugh uncontrollably, so hard I nearly fell off the swing, because I knew then for sure he saw the same thing I did. More than that: we were creating it. Whatever the drug was making us see, we were constructing it together. And, with that realization, the virtual-reality simulator flipped into color. It happened for both of us at the same time, pop! We looked at each other and just laughed; everything was hysterically funny, even the playground slide was smiling at us, and at some point, deep in the night, when we were swinging on the jungle gymand showers of sparks were flying out of our mouths, I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe. For hours, we watched the clouds rearranging themselves into intelligent patterns; rolled in the dirt, believing it was seaweed; lay on our backs and sang "Dear Prudence" to the welcoming and appreciative stars. It was a fantastic night: one of the great nights of my life." ecstasy friendship love theo-decker Donna Tartt
7193e0d Giselle had woken up once already, to find that she was pinned to the bed by the weight of Saul's leg lying across her lower body and his arm holding her against his side. It was a welcome imprisonment, though, and it enabled her to lie silently within its captivity and marvel at the magical events of the night and the happiness they had brought her. Now she was awake again--this time to find that she had the bed--his bed--to herself, and that she could stretch out languorously in it, entranced by the sweetly heavy ennui that possessed her body as intimately and intensely as Saul had possessed it during the night. love relationship Penny Jordan
2443c4e It's great to just be here with you, watching the world go by. love together Zadie Smith
721bc36 "She said, "Daddy thinks that all the world's magic is almost evolved out." I thought of Roebuck Lake, its swamps and sloughs and loblollies and breaks of cypress and cane, its sunken treetops and stobs and bream beds and sleepy gar rolling over and over and over, its baptizing pools and bridges and mussels and mosquitoes and turkey vultures and, now in the drought, the gray flaking mud-flats and logs crowded with turtles and sometimes a fat snake yawning its tame old cottony mouth like a well-fed dog in a pen. I said, "Is that what the freak show is?" She said, "Dirty miracles." faith home isolation love magic Lewis Nordan
d6f6886 No, Ashok. Love is not a tap. It flows and flows like blood from a wound, and you can die of it. love metaphoric Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
d6d68cf And I dare to believe that it really is. I dare to bet on us again. dare gamble love relationships second-chances Lisa Renee Jones
238d55c I didn't know yet that you can always find that perfect moment right before everything shatters. love Laura Dave
d6cbee1 At the end, in Harry's handiwork, there's nothing sentimental about love, no sunlit clouds and glory notes - it's a substantial, earthbound connection, grounded in effort, kindness and decency. Learning to love, Harry liked to say, is really about learning to live. Perhaps everyday affection seems a small facet of love. Perhaps, though, it is the modest, steady responses that see us through day after day, that stretch into a life of close and loving relationships. love Deborah Blum
7465353 Who knew it was in my power to make anyone so happy? Or that I could ever be so happy myself? My moods were a slingshot; after being locked-down and anesthetized for years my heart was zinging and slamming itself around like a bee under a glass, everything bright, sharp, confusing, wrong - but it was a clean pain as opposed to the dull misery that had plagued me for years under the drugs like a rotten tooth, the sick dirty ache of something spoiled. The clarity was exhilarating; it was as if I'd removed a pair of smudged-up glasses that fuzzed everything I saw. All summer long I had been practically delirious: tingling, daffy, energized, running on gin and shrimp cocktail and the invigorating whock of tennis balls. And all I could think was Kitsey, Kitsey, Kitsey! inspirational love Donna Tartt
74d26f7 But, as we all know, the first law of shopping says that when you're urgently looking for something specific, you've no hope of finding it. love marriage Marian Keyes
75d7856 If it was that beautiful, why did I leave you cheat fling love Marian Keyes
761db34 There's a belief that to take care of someone else, or to let someone else take care of you - that both are inherently unfeminist. i don't agree. There's no shame in devoting yourself to another person, as long as he devotes himself to you in return love Curtis Sittenfeld
bebf755 In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them. love Markus Zusak
f36e58d God's power and love don't fade, nor does His presence, but we cannot tap into it as fully when we don't have praise and worship toward Him in our heart heart love power praise presence quotes worship Stormie Omartian
762bdb2 That his comments actually pertained to her questions--that in spite of the infinity in his eyes he was participating in a finite conversation--made up for the sourness in his face. love Jonathan Franzen
21d8af4 "Uncle said, "If love would save him, wouldn't no harm come to him." love Lewis Nordan
21d7a88 The Sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, super-natural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite. anthony-doerr infinite love sea supernatural the-sea Anthony Doerr
ff93ee4 The Genie declared that in his time and place there were scientists of the passions who maintained that language itself, on the one hand, originated in 'infantile pregenital erotic exuberance, polymorphously perverse,' and that conscious attention, on the other, was a 'libidinal hypercathexis' -- by which magic phrases they seemed to mean that writing and reading, or telling and listening, were literally ways of making love. love read sex speak write John Barth
219a416 --Hazme lo que quieras --susurro. Tenia diecisiete anos y la vida en los labios. labios love mia mine mio sex tuya tuyo yours Carlos Ruiz Zafón
214eb17 Sensations were completely different. Like the night she had run free as the wolf, Savannah now had the senses of a bird of prey. Her vision was sharp and clear, her eyes enormously wide. She spread her wings experimentally, then flapped them in the light drizzle. They were much bigger than she had anticipated. It delighted her, and she flapped them harder so she could create a wind, causing waves in the water standing in the patio. Gregori's voice held a hint of laughter. , she answered. Her rapidly beating wings lifted her into the air. The light mist was already passing overhead. The air was warm and heavy with the promise of moisture, but she soared high, reveling in her ability to do so. Gregori's larger, stronger body dropped over hers, close and protective, guiding her in the direction of the bayou. As high up as they were, the sharp eyes of the raptor could spot the smallest of movements below. Details were vivid and clear. Even colors were different. Infrared vision, heat sensors-- Savannah wasn't certain what it was exactly, but the way she perceived the world was a different and unique experience. She dipped beneath Gregori and soared away from him, turning sideways and circling high above him. In her mind she could hear him swearing. As always he sounded arrogant, elegant, Old World, completely in command. Laughing, she caught a thermal and rode it up over the river. The male dropped down to cover her with his huge wings, fencing her in. she accused him, her touch in his mind a whisper of lightness, of invitation to join in her fun. , ma femme. He knew the threat was empty when he made it; he would give her the world. But why did she have to be such a little dare-devil all the time? Her soft laughter played over his skin like music, like the gentle breeze blowing from the mountains in their homeland. Even within the bird's body, he stirred to life, need and hunger rising to become a part of him. Relentless. Demanding. Savage in its intensity. It was more than simple lust. More than hunger. More than need. It was all of it merged together with a tenderness he had never conceived he could feel. When she was at her most outrageous, her most defiant, that was when his heart melted. love spoilsport Christine Feehan
d58519c Once the door to one disaster had opened, the possibilities for catastrophe seemed open-ended and I felt I'd no choice but to go along with my life as it unraveled. love marriage Marian Keyes
b6a3d91 I was familiar with the little mating rituals of getting to know each other, of dragging out the stories from childhood, summer camp, and high school, the famous humiliations, and the adorable things you said as a child, the familial dramas--of having a portrait of yourself, all the while making yourself out to be a little brighter, a little more deep than deep down you knew you actually were. And though I hadn't had more than three or four relationships, I already knew that each time the thrill of telling another the story of yourself wore off a little more, each time you threw yourself into it a little less, and grew more distrustful of an intimacy that always, in the end, failed to pass into true understanding. identity love nicole-krauss relationships Nicole Krauss
20fa331 Bazilari icin olmek kolaydi. Ugursuz bir trenin gelmesi yetiyordu, tamamdi bu is. Ama benim icin goklere ucmak ne kadar guctu. Herkes engel olmak icin bacaklarimi tutuyordu. death love poverty José Mauro de Vasconcelos
d557c8f It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch. fear love Jane Yolen
76e28cb This breakage within us is what makes us human and vulnerable. There is nothing more sinister than someone whose mind seems to be an absolute circle; there is a helpless coldness and a deadly certainty about such a presence. celtic-spirituality humanness longing love sensitivity spirituality vulnerability John O'Donohue
f432505 But when he sat on the bed beside me, then leaned over and kissed my forehead, my cheek, my lips, his hand pressed to my rib cage, the other stroking my hair back, it was like I was an empty well and didn't know it until just now when he uncovered me and it started to rain. knowing love self-awareness self-realization Andre Dubus III
d545521 The past is a novel, written by Fate, weaving the same themes: love and its glory, hate and its prisoners, the soul and its price. Our decisions become narratives: fated choices that unknowably change the course of the living river. In the present, where decisions and connections are made, Fate waits on the riverbank of Story, leaving us to our mistakes and miracles, because it's our will alone that leads us to one or the other. fate glory hope love past prison Gregory David Roberts
77a8bd0 This is how I thought of it. An intuitive link, a reciprocal, one number related to another in such a way that when multiplied together, day or night, their product is one. love romance Don DeLillo
2054f4f It ate at whatever was warm nearby, and then the coldness settled in permanently. You learned to live with it emotion feelings love sadness David Guterson
a93b45c En tus labios sono diferente. Como cascabeles agitandose. O miel derramandose. Jamas hubo nadie que pronunciase mi nombre como tu lo hacias, con esa delicadeza y fuerza a la vez. love romance Alice Kellen
2028440 El doctor se inclino muy cerca para oirlo, porque la voz era solo un murmullo.<>,agrego Etiene Relais antes de que el otro le vaciara un frasquito en la boca. En Cuba, en ese mismo instante, Violette Boisier se golpeo la mano derecha contra la fuente de piedra donde habia ido a buscar agua y el opalo del anillo, que habia usado por catorce anos, se hizotrizas. Cayo sentada junto a la fuente, con un grito atascado y la mano apretada en el corazon. Adele, que estaba con ella, creyo que la habia mordido un alacran. <>, balbuceo Violette deshecha en lagrimas. love Isabel Allende
d4b2433 How many times do I have to tell you, Amelia? Men are like little woodland creatures. You have to lure them to you with tiny breadcrumbs and soft words of encouragement. You cannot simply whip out a rock and conk them over the head with it. love men Meg Cabot
d49fb43 Wenn man einem Mann zeigt, wie nichtig seine Hoffnung und sein Hoffen war, totet man den hellen bejahenden Teil in ihm, der geliebt werden mochte. love Gregory David Roberts
1fc80bd Better a fallen rocket than never a burst of light. Dante reserved a place in his Inferno for those who wilfully live in sadness - sullen in the sweet air, he says. Your 'honour' is all shame and timidity and compliance. Pure of stain! But the artist is the secret criminal in our midst. He is the agent of progress against authority. you are right to be a scholar. A scholar is all scruple, an artist is none. The artist must lie, cheat, deceive, be untrue to nature and contemptuous of history. I made my life into my art and it was an unqualified success. The blaze of my immolation threw its light into every corner of the land where uncounted young men sat each in his own darkness. What would I have done in Megara!? - think what I would have missed! I awoke the imagination of the century. I banged Ruskin's and Pater's heads together, and from the moral severity of one and the aesthetic soul of the other I made art a philosophy that can look the twentieth century in the eye. I had genius, brilliancy, daring, I took charge of my own myth. I dipped my staff into the comb of wild honey. I tasted forbidden sweetness and drank the stolen waters. I lived at the turning point of the world where everything was waking up new - the New Drama, the New Novel, New Journalism, New Hedonism, New Paganism, even the New Woman. Where were you when all this was happening? courage life love Tom Stoppard
f4c3210 I don't answer. I shut my eyes and hold my breath and hope whoever it is will think I'm not here and go home. life love olympics running Jennifer Weiner
7a68661 You only get one life, Luna. One stab at this thing called happiness. Why deprive yourself of things you want just because they weren't given to you the way you hoped for them to come? knight-cole life love luna-rexroth L.J. Shen
7af688c "Nodding, I tried to tell myself how Travis didn't care about me. He hadn't come for me all these years and he never would. Wanting to be rational, I still felt his rough hands on me. I hurt between my legs like I did when he was done. He had marked me again in the dream and I would never be free. After a short time, Cooper stood up and walked to the next room. Hating to be alone, I still flinched when he returned. He seemed bigger now. His shoulders wider, his face harsher, his whole demeanor reeked of potential violence. Instead of hitting me, Cooper lowered a blanket behind the chair so I could cover myself. I stared at him as he sat back down. We studied each other for a long time as I waited for something bad to happen or the fear to fade. Neither occurred, leaving me stuck behind the chair for hours. Cooper tried twice to caress my face and both times I jerked back and away from his touch. After the second attempt, he stood up and left the room. I heard the front door open and assumed he was leaving. Then, his big ugly dog Rafe waltzed into the room with Cooper following behind. In his hand, Cooper held a gun and I pushed farther back into the corner. "No one," he said, kneeling down by the chair, "will come here and take you. If they do, Rafe will wake us up and I'll kill the fucker. No one is hurting you or taking you away from me. Do you understand?" Staring into his dark eyes, I did understand. I craned my neck so I could see Rafe comfortable in the corner. When I looked back at Cooper, he sighed. "Baby, it's nearly six in the morning. The sun is coming up and you need to sleep. I need rest too, so let's go to bed and I'll keep you safe. I won't even touch you, but I need you to go to bed." "You love me," I said in a rough, exhausted voice. "More than anything else. I will never let that piece of shit or anyone else come here and hurt you. You are mine and that makes you untouchable. Do you understand?" Nodding again, I crawled out from behind the chair and Cooper helped me stand. He stepped back, willing to keep his distance to avoid scaring me. Reaching for him, I knew he would keep me safe. If I couldn't shake the fear of the dream, I could at least know Cooper was someone Travis wouldn't screw with. Rationally, I knew Travis likely forgot I existed, but I wasn't rational. I was primal and the monster was always waiting to ruin me again. With Cooper though, I was safe." love safe untouchable youre-mine Bijou Hunter
1f78dac Humiliate your enemy is dangerous. enemy love Karen Armstrong
be369e1 At the critical juncture in all human relationships, there is only one question: What would love do now? No other question is relevant, no other question is meaningful, no other question has any importance to your soul. decisions decisions-in-life fork-in-the-road how-to-decide juncture love making-decisions relationships which-way-to-go Neale Donald Walsch
a96640c Barrett is a bigger guy, not fat (not yet) but ursine, crimson of eye and lip; ginger-furred, possessed (he likes to think) of an enchanted sensual slyness, the prince transformed into wolf or lion, all slumbering large-pawed docility, awaiting, with avid yellow eyes, love's first kiss. love sensual Michael Cunningham
1f287da It gives the war a whole new dimension, you know, hearing from someone right there in the thick of it. They really connected with it.' 'Maybe it reminds them of school,' she suggests. 'Didn't someone describe the trenches as ninety-nine per cent boredom and one per cent terror?' 'I don't know about boredom. God, the chaos of it, the brutality. And it's so vivid. I'd definitely be interested in reading his poetry, if only to see how he can go from describing, you know, people getting their guts blown out, to writing about love.' 'Maybe it's not that much of a leap,' she says. love poetry war Paul Murray
d3caf31 How do the survivors of terminated relationships ever endure the pain of unfinished business? From that place of meditation, I found the answer - you can finish the business yourself, from withing yourself. It's not only possible, it's essential. love relationships Elizabeth Gilbert
1e6cad9 ...But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins. love mother Mitch Albom
d30a939 As they say in New York, Get over it and, if you can't get over it, Get over talking about it. cheat fling love Marian Keyes
7e8af6c "I look down, and I'm surprised to find myself standing in the middle of a small stone circle. In the center, directly between my feet, is a coppery-bronze octagon with a star. Words are engraved in the stone around it: 'Mademoiselle Oliphant. It translates to "Point zero of the roads of France." In other words, it's the point from which all other distances in France are measured.' St. Clair clears his throat. 'It's the beginning of everything.' I look back up. He's smiling. 'Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come." love paris Stephanie Perkins
7f4acdc - Ele se inclinou e deu um beijo de leve nos labios dela. - Eu tenho voce - murmurou -, e nao vou desperdicar nem um segundo que temos juntos. Os labios de Kate se abriram num sorriso. - O que isso significa? - Significa que o amor nao tem nada a ver com o medo de que tudo acabe, mas com encontrar alguem que o complete, que faca de voce um ser humano melhor do que jamais sonhou ser. bridgertons chapter-22 historical-romance julia-quinn kate-sheffield love the-viscount-who-loved-me Julia Quinn
805efdf Si, con todo, se lo que es el amor, lo se por ti. love love-quotes Hermann Hesse
80abc88 But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a very strong medicine. As John Donne has written; it is not so pure and abstract as one might once have thought and wished, but it does endure and it does grow. love medicine Kay Redfield Jamison
bdbf494 When I look at it carefully, by examining the interviews and the various social scientists' studies, it becomes easy for me to see that we all were just rebelling. Regardless of the area we grew up in or the gang we were affiliated with, or which part of the Western world we found ourselves in, we all were rebelling. We were rebelling and crying out for our fathers. We were rebelling against the home conditions that existed in our communities. We needed our fathers, but above all we wanted to be loved and accepted by them. Since we couldn't find it at home and in our respective communities, we created it for ourselves. at-risk-communities black-community broken-homes fatherless-homes gang-intervention gangs interviews love rebelling rebellion-raiders root-causes single-mothers social-ills strong-communities Drexel Deal
82ca9ac He could see in his face a love so obviously displayed that she must already know everything there was to know about it. He was so close to her then that they owned every molecule of air in the tiny room and the air grew heavy with their desire and worked to move them together. It was with the smallest step forward that his face was in her hair and then her arms were around his back and they were holding each other. It seemed so simple to get to this place, such a magnificent relief, that he couldn't imagine why he had not been holding her every minute since they first met. desire gen love Ann Patchett
1cec89a As Father, the authority he claims for himself is the authority of compassion. That authority comes from letting the sins of his children pierce his heart. There is no lust, greed, anger, resentment, jealousy, or vengeance in his lost children that has not cause immense grief to his heart. The grief is so deep because the heart is so pure. From the deep inner place where love embraces all human grief, the Father reaches out to his children. The touch of his hands, radiating inner light, seeks only to heal. Here is the God I want to believe in: a Father who, from the beginning of creation, has stretched out his arms in merciful blessing, never forcing himself on anyone, but always waiting; never letting his arms drop down in despair, but always hoping that his children will return so that he can speak words of love to them and let his tired arms rest on their shoulders. His only desire is to bless. In Latin, to bless is benedicere, which means literally: saying good things. The Father wants to say, more with his touch than with his voice, good things of his children. He has no desire to punish them. They have always been punished excessively by their own inner or outer waywardness. The Father wants simply to let them know that the love they have searched for in such distorted ways has been, is, and always will be there for them. The Father wants to say, more with his hands than with his mouth: 'You are my Beloved, on you my favor rests.' He is the shepherd, 'feeding his flock, gathering lambs in his arms, holding them against his breast.' The true center of Rembrandt's painting is the hands of the father. father god love rembrandt sin Henri J.M. Nouwen
1ce14ee Whatever our DNA, it's living and being that makes us. We have to love, I think - as forthy as that sounds - we have to love to be fully alive, fully human. love what-makes-us-human J.D. Robb
d173a05 Then he commandeered the floor, shooting back and forth like some hot Latin lover. When he finished, everyone applauded. He could have stayed in that moment forever. dance emotion forever love moment Mitch Albom
f565b2b No one knows how strong they are until they have to be. cheat fling love Marian Keyes
85b36d9 The partition between love and anger is thin. I suppose it's a need to protect the self from further wounding that makes people scream at the one they love. anger-and-love love relationships Sebastian Faulks
1cab6ea Because you promised? But you've promised me load of things. Like to cherish me and to love till death do us part. cheat fling love Marian Keyes
1c9404a Getting back to Audrey, though, I should really feel complimented that she won't ever touch me because she likes me more than anyone else. It makes perfect sense, really, doesn't it? If she ever gets down or depressed, i can make out the figure of her through the front window of the shack. She comes in and we drink cheap beer or wine and watch a movie or all three. Something old and long like Ben-Hur that stretches into the night. She'll be next to me on the couch in her flannel shirt and jeans that have been cut into shorts,and eventually, when she's asleep, I'll bring a blanket out and cover her up. I kiss her cheek. I stroke her hair. I think of how she lives alone, just like me, and how she never had any real family, and how she only has sex with people. She never lets any love get in the way. I think she had a family once, but it was one of those beat-the-crap-out-of-each-other situations. There's no shortage of them around here. I think she loved them and all she ever did was hurt her. That's why she refuses to love. Anybody. I guess she feels better off that way, and who can blame her? When she sleeps on my couch, I think about all that. Everytime. I cover her up, then go to the bed and dream. With my eyes open. longing love Markus Zusak
a9ac7b7 Tremors hit, quaking her hard enough for him to feel them. He wrapped his arms around her and bent his face close to hers. He might not understand what was going on in her head, but a mighty squall was battering her hull, and if he couldn't figure out how to shelter her from it, he aimed to be her anchor until it passed. friendship hugs love marriage-life marriage-of-convenience protective-hero support Karen Witemeyer
85ffd9b I'm saying that it's a big decision. Your first love is important. It's part of your story The story you'll tell yourself, the one you'll tell about yourself, for the rest of your life. life love olympics running Jennifer Weiner
86d932d L'amour, croyait-elle, devait arriver tout a coup, avec de grands eclats et des fulgurations, -- ouragan des cieux qui tombe sur la vie, la bouleverse, arrache les volontes comme des feuilles et emporte a l'abime le coeur entier. Elle ne savait pas que, sur la terrasse des maisons, la pluie fait des lacs quand les gouttieres sont bouchees, et elle fut ainsi demeuree en sa securite, lorsqu'elle decouvrit subitement une lezarde dans le mur. love Gustave Flaubert
06d65ba For a long while she only looked at him ... as if she didn't want to interrupt the beautiful moment with words. inspirational love love-quotes Karen Kingsbury
1b23b16 Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all. love Emily Giffin
1a98bef Love means never having to say you're sorry (on the contrary, it frequently means doing just precisely that). Then there were all those love lines from all those love songs, with the swooning delusions of lyricist, singer, band. love love-songs platitudes the-only-story Julian Barnes
86ec119 "Guzel bir kose var. Yiyecek bir seyler gotururuz. En cok ne istersin?" "Seni, Portuga." "Ben salamdan, yumurtadan, muzdan soz ediyorum..." "Her seyi severim. Evde yiyecek bir sey bulundugumuz zaman sevmeyi ogrendik." love poverty thankful José Mauro de Vasconcelos
870e36c "What's wrong with Louis?" asked Ron. "Is he sick or something?" "Yes," said Jenny. "He's got a real bad disease. And it's spelled L-O-V-E." love school spelling Louis Sachar
872b684 Still he loved on, and on, ever more fondly. jem-wilson love mary-barton Elizabeth Gaskell
ab3dc2b This man has the same kind of charm, the kind that suggests weakness, the kind that indicates how sad he will always make her feel. There is something dependable, unfailing in this sort of sadness. love sadness Joe Meno
87de990 "Naked solitude with neither gesture nor word. Transparent in the orchard, smooth as oil on the hill. Silent solitude with neither fragrance nor weathervane, weighing on the backwaters, drowsy and alone. Lofty solitude, all brow and bright stars, like a huge pallid head, lopped off. Round solitude that leaves in our hands soft lilies of pensive frost. love poetry Federico García Lorca
8888681 "Will you be all right?" she asked me. It was not an empty question; she genuinely listened for my reply. "In time," I told her, and for the first time, I admitted that was true. As disloyal as the thought felt, I knew that as time passed, I would be myself again. And in that moment, I felt for the first time the sensation that Black Rolf had tried to describe to me. The wolfish part of my soul stirred, and, I heard near as clearly as if Nighteyes had truly shared the thought with me." grief grieving-process loss love recovery Robin Hobb
8901a97 Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams. dalliances dreams foibles love lovers memory regrets romances Iris Murdoch
892849f As soon as another person becomes important to us, so that we feel in our lives the gravitational pull of his existence, we are to a certain extent astonished by his individuality. From time to time we pause in his presence, and allow the incomprehensible fact of his being in the world to dawn on us. And if we love him and trust him, and feel the comfort of his companionship, then our sentiment, in these moments, is like the sentiment of beauty--a pure endorsement of the other, whose soul shines in his face and gestures as beauty shines in a work of art. gravity individuality love uniqueness Roger Scruton
bd3c4ea I think he is losing heart in his attempts to woo her. In that bright-yellow waistcoat, the bottom button always punctiliously undone and the pointed flaps open over his neat little paunch, he is as intent and circumspect as one of those outlandishly plumed male birds, peacock or cock peasant, who gorgeously stalk up and down at a distance, desperate of eye but pretending indifference, while the drab hen unconcernedly pecks in the gravel for grubs. love John Banville
899eef4 "Tell yourselves whatever you'd like, but I'm afraid it doesn't make it true," Mearth sighed, beginning to look impatient. "Step aside Mandy, I have to remediate him, otherwise you'll find yourself in a whole mess of trouble." "You can't do this, it's wrong," Mandy insisted. "You don't have a choice, Mandy! Either you let his life compromise the lives of everybody else in the world, or you let me remediate him and get it over with," Mearth icily declared. "...Do what she says, Mandy Valems...." Alecto added, standing up and staring with glazed eyes at Mearth. "I can't," said Mandy. "...Go away!" Alecto shouted at her suddenly, glaring with narrowed eyes, speaking in a voice that hardly sounded like his own. "Get out of here, Mandy Valems! I hate you, I want you to leave me alone! Go home and don't ever come back here!" "I...." Mandy started, looking totally shocked. "I said I hate you, don't you understand anything? Go away, get out of here!" Alecto repeated menacingly, stepping forward in a threatening manner. He looked like a mad dog, shivering as he chased her away from his site. She tearfully took off running, seeming both shocked and horrified, and he watched her leave for a moment with a blank expression, his dark eyes hollow. He looked like he was going to black out, but Mearth walked quickly towards him, for once not smiling at all. If it weren't for her eyes, she would've looked like a person. "That was very cruel of you to do, Sydney Tar Ponds. I thought you loved her," she disappointedly exclaimed. "I do love her, she's my friend, and that's why I said that stuff to her," Alecto replied forlornly. "None of it's true, I don't hate her at all... but I know what's going to happen and I don't want her to see it, so I lied to her and told her I hated her... can you explain to her after... why I said all that to her?" death depression dog dying earth environment faith friendship grief help hope illness life loss love nova-scotia pollution rescue Rebecca McNutt
cf81a39 THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept crocodile tears across the parched Los Angeles landscape. When Ivy was a child and she overheard adults talking about their break-ups, in her young feeble-formed mind, she imagined it in the most literal of essences. She once heard her mother speaking of her break up with an emotionally unavailable man. She said they broke up on 69th Street. Ivy visualized her mother and that man breaking into countless fragments, like a spilled box of jigsaw pieces. And she imagined them shattered in broken shards, being blown down the pavement of 69th Street. For some reason, on the drive home from Marcel's apartment that next morning, all Ivy could think about was her mother and that faceless man in broken pieces, perhaps some aspects of them still stuck in cracks and crevices of the sidewalk, mistaken as grit. She couldn't get the image of Marcel having his seizure out of her mind. It left a burning sensation in the center of her chest. An incessant flame torched her lungs, chest, and even the back door of her tongue. Witnessing someone you cared about experiencing a seizure was one of those things that scribed itself indelibly on the canvas of your mind. It was gut-wrenching. Graphic and out-of-body, it was the stuff that post traumatic stress syndrome was made of. beauty black-authors black-history deity emotion foodies humor inspiration knowledge literary-fiction love meaning new-york poetry prose rebirth scorpios sex stress valentine-s-day wilmington wisdom Brandi L. Bates
8a6d49c Their love was thus seeded in the rich soil of mutual understanding. love understanding Jacqueline Winspear
cf79463 When you receive God's love, it means you're getting close to Him, spending time in His presence, opening your heart to Him, seeking to know Him, and desiring to be more like Him. Remember that choosing to receive God's love changes your life. changes choose-love god life love presence quotes Stormie Omartian
18e39e0 Shchastieto ne e bliaskavo i shumno kato udovolstvieto ili radostta. To e tikho, krotko i nezhno, v'treshno s'stoianie na zadovolstvo, koeto zapochva, kogato obiknesh sebe si. joy love Isabel Allende
18e388c Her little hands, Crumb. Her little paws, like a child's. She has no guile in her. And she never speaks. And if she does I have to bend my head to hear what she says. And in the pause I can hear my heart. Her little bits of embroidery, her scraps of silk, her halcyon sleeves, she cut out of the cloth some admirer gave her once, some poor boy struck with love for her...and yet she has never succumbed. Her little sleeves, her seed pearl necklace...she has nothing...she expects nothing...' A tear at last sneaks from Henry's eye, meanders down his cheek and vanishes into the mottled grey and ginger of his beard. jane-seymour love Hilary Mantel
ab44506 I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don't let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry. Or how we feel a surge of love for a partner but we don't say anything because we're frozen with the fear of what those words might do to the relationship. let-go love tears Mitch Albom
8b668f3 E pensei: o amor faz voce querer ser um homem melhor - certo, certo. Mas talvez amor, amor de verdade, tambem lhe de a permissao para ser apenas o homem que e. love nick-dunne Gillian Flynn
07bacfa The Dark Fairy touched her chest. No heart, like her sisters. So where did the love come from? fairy-tales fairytales fantasy heartless-love love portal-fantasy young-adult young-adult-fantasy Cornelia Funke
1870520 Despite it all, there were heroes who rose above their circumstances. Those who reached out to people of another race with compassion and even love. ethnicity heroes history inspiration love race southwest understanding Noel Marie Fletcher
b63582a But death, too, had the power to awe, she knew this now-that a human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible. death feelings human human-beings life love meditation power silence thoughts worries years Jhumpa Lahiri
17e5eaa Sarojini admits he has a point; girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women, and surely Bimal does a good job of that. But deep in a hidden place inside her that is stubborn as a mudfish, Sarojini knows she is right, too. Being loved a little more than necessary arms a girl in a different way. love Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
8cb35d6 Goodness by its nature is lovable and love finds it impossible not to pursue goodness. love Fulton J. Sheen
8d2683d "But if Frederica was aware of my sentiments, and begged Cousin Alverstoke to intervene--!" She shuddered, and clasped her hands tensely together. "You see, he could, Harry! He could arrange for Endymion to be sent abroad, for instance, and then I think I should die. Oh, my dear brother, there's no one to help us but you, and I count on your support!" charis die endymion love romance Georgette Heyer
bca3173 Anthropomorphism, I've decided, is inescapable, and though I might try to hide it I no longer fight it. dogs grieving love suicide writing Sigrid Nunez
f76b0d1 You talk as if Bea were a trophy.' 'No, as if she were a blessing,' Fermin corrected. cute love trophy women Carlos Ruiz Zafón
c38fe72 Tata coboara masuta, scoate fotografia mamei din buzunar, o aseaza pe masa, cu fata la fereastra. Isi lasa scaunul pe spate si privesc amandoi marea nesfarsita de norisori albi care dispar sub noi, fara sa mai scoata un cuvant tot restul zborului. life love Cecelia Ahern
8d560a7 A lot of who you were in middle age was determined before you had a chance to manipulate, control, or eve understand the things around you. It was no mystery, he thought, why some old people's minds returned to their youth; the wonder of those years, the discoveries, the first experience with the dirty secret of death, and the first stirrings of lust and love were indelible, drawn in luminous colors on clean canvas. Indeed, the first sex act was so mind-boggling that most people could still remember it clearly twenty, thirty, sixty years later. humor inspirational life love lust old romance science sex wisdom Nelson DeMille
8e38d90 "Many of the stories we take to be true or fixed about ourselves can change dramatically when we have conversations with people who make our world larger, not smaller. By doing our part to develop rather than diminish our voice, we can: - Create a more accurate and complex picture of ourselves and another person. - Speak with honor and personal integrity even when the other person behaves badly. - Strengthen our capacity for creativity, wisdom, joy, and zest. creativity integrity intimacy love strength voice Harriet Lerner Ph.D.
167c0ba As [Norrell] watched she was seized by a fit of coughing that continued for some moments, and during that time Sir Walter appeared most uncomfortable. He did not look at the young woman (though he looked everywhere else in the room). He picked up a gilt ornament from a little table by his side, turned it over, looked at its underneath, put it down again. Finally he coughed -a brief clearing of the throat as though to suggest that everyone coughed -coughing was the most natural thing in the world -coughing could never, under any circumstances, be cause for alarm. love Susanna Clarke
b61ef8f It was high school. Evil is kind of the name of the game. life love olympics running Jennifer Weiner
c5d4935 Bir seyleri disari atip kapiyi kilitlediginde, aslinda kendini iceri kilitlemis oluyorsun. kukla love magic pawn Mercedes Lackey
ac2e58b Her little hands, Crumb. Her little paws, like a child's. She has no guile in her. And she never speaks. And if she does I hate to bend my head to hear what she says. And in the pause I can hear my heart. Her little bits of embroidery, her scraps of silk, her halcyon sleeves, she cut out of the cloth some admirer gave her once, some poor boy struck with love for her...and yet she has never succumbed. Her little sleeves, her seed pearl necklace...she has nothing...she expects nothing...' A tear at last sneaks from Henry's eye, meanders down his cheek and vanishes into the mottled grey and ginger of his beard. jane-seymour love Hilary Mantel
c2b2814 Adios muneca, ha sido muy hermoso, pero eras un automata sin alma. love umberto-eco Umberto Eco
8e7cad0 You think if you don't talk about it, you can just pretend everything is all right? Everything is not all right. Not with us, not with your parents, not with anything today. And if you let yourself go anywhere real with it, you have to acknowledge it. honesty love self-disclosure self-discovery truth Laura Dave
ce570a1 There was also closeness, for the end of a couple is like a death, and the notion of death, of temporariness, can remind us of the value of things. closeness deah love temporariness time value Mohsin Hamid
9030610 They were already out of her lands, and in another day Yorkshire would be behind them altogether. By the end of the week she'd be in London, resuming her life as if this trip had never happened. Three or four months from now, Harry, acting as her land steward, might write to ask if she wanted him to present his report on her lands in person. And she, having just returned from another soiree, might turn the letter over in her hand and muse, Harry Pye. Why, I once lay in his arms. I looked up into his illuminated face as he joined his flesh with mine, and I was alive. She might toss the letter on her desk and think, But that was so long ago now and in a different place. Perhaps it was only a dream. She might think that. George closed her eyes. Somehow she knew that there would never come a day when Harry Pye was not her first memory when she woke and her last thought as she drifted into sleep. She would remember him all the days of her life. Remember and regret. georgina harry loss love regret remember Elizabeth Hoyt
bb02fed A celestial light appeared to Barrett Meeks in the sky over Central Park, four days after Barrett had been mauled, once again, by love. light love mauled Michael Cunningham
15c9943 "Albert wrote to his 'dearest cousin' on 26 June to offer his 'sincerest felicitations on that great change which had taken place in your life'. It was a difficult letter to compose. Now that she was 'Queen of the mightiest land of Europe', he went on, 'the happiness of millions' lay in her hands, and he trusted that Heaven would assist her in 'that high but difficult task." He hoped for a long and happy - and glorious - reign, in which she would achieve the 'thankfulness and love' of her subjects. He wished neither to be indiscreet nor to 'abuse' her time, but, he closed, 'May I pray you to think likewise sometimes of your cousins in Bonn, and to continue to them that kindness you favoured them with till now.' And he signed it as 'your Majesty's most obedient and faithful servant, Albert'." itv-victoria love pbs-victoria prince-albert queen-victoria romance-quotes royalty the-young-victoria vicbert Stanley Weintraub
14e5851 - Lady Jersey to Mrs.Cowper,as the two watched dancers waltz at Almack's. love so-true woman Karen Hawkins
14578ec "All right," I said, waving the cup away and dabbing moisture very carefully from my lips. "I'm fine." I breathed shallowly, feeling my heart begin to slow down. "Well. So. At least now I know why you've been coming back from the Cherokee villages in such a state of-- off--" I felt an unhinged giggle rising, and bent over, moaning as I stifled it. "Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. And here I thought it was thoughts of me, driving you mad with lust." He snorted then himself, though mildly. He put down the cup, rose, and turned back the coverlet. Then he looked at me, and his eyes were clear, unguarded. clairefraser jamiefraser love outlander Diana Gabaldon
1455a74 Although it was shadowy and dark, Bim could see as well as by the clear light of day that she felt only love and yearning for them all, and if there were hurts, these gashes and wounds in her side that bled, then it was only because her love was imperfect and did not encompass them thoroughly enough, and because it had flaws and inadequacies and did not extend to all equally. ... All these would have to be mended, these rents and tears, and she would have to mend and make her net whole so that it would suffice her in her passage through the ocean. love Anita Desai
ac6ba78 Together, they were greater than either them could possibly be apart. Together, she prayed, they were invincible. invincible kleopatra-and-anthony love togetherness Karen Essex
1362d2a "The diamond cannot love the flower, for the flower lives only a day, then fades and dies. You are a diamond now." " The flower dies," Jenny said softly, "having lived. The diamond will never do either." diamond life love Barbara Hambly
9038785 Do not laugh too much at your fellows. Those whom you cannot love you should, rather, fear. fellows laugh love Umberto Eco
912a1ef "We've stopped in front of Notre-Dame again. I point at the familiar star and clear my throat. "Wanna make another wish?" "You go first." He's watching me, puzzled, like he's trying to figure something out. He bites his thumbnail. This time I can't help it. All day long, I've thought about it. Him. Our secret. He steps on the coppery-bronze star after me and closes his eyes. I realize he must be wishing about his mother, and I feel guilty that she didn't even cross my mind. My thoughts are only for St. Clair. ( . . . ) Do I see the same St. Clair everyone else does? No. I don't think so. But I could be mistaking our friendship for something more, because I to mistake it for something more." love wish wishes Stephanie Perkins
baf081f "That alas is the way it goes"; "Something we must rectify." Paul, not Caro, would interpret the degree of meaning in their respective lots. That had been decided, as he sat speaking intimately of his life to the person most excluded from it - in order to readmit her to the intimacy, though not the life." loss love mistress sadness Shirley Hazzard
91625fe Babies have the power to make grumpy people happy because they love you no matter what. Dogs are that way, too. baby compassion dog grumpy heartwarming love power therapy therapy-dogs Mariel Hemingway
cd7ac3d "Give me your hand," Alice said, barely a whisper. Bones held out his hand tentatively. She took it and placed it on her heart over her left breast. So small. So delicate. She didn't move. He didn't move. Alice was his life. How could he make her his eternal? "Kiss me," she said. Bones let his hand linger, and then slowly slip away, not wanting her to think he was greedy. He touched her cheek, careful not to poke her in the eye. He wasn't sure what to do with his other hand, so he put it in his pocket. Classic move. He felt stupid for worrying about his breath, knowing it was gross from the wine--and he worried Alice was about to find out how little he knew about kissing--and he wondered if she had condoms in the bag--and imagined himself unrolling one, all suave-like--and realized he was wasting the most amazing moment of his life--and wished his brain would just shut the fuck up. Alice leaned forward. "Now." Bones shuddered. "Okay." kissing love sex Sherry Shahan
f88c701 "Do you love him?" Danica dared to ask, referring ro the dark elf. Catti-brie blushed, and really had no answer. Of course she loved Drizzt, but she didn't know if she loved him in the way that Danica was speaking of. Drizzt and Catti-brie had agreed to put off any such feelings, but now, with Wulfgar gone for so many years and Catti-brie approaching the age of thirty, the question was beginning to resurface. "He is a handsome one," Danica remarkedm giggling like a little girl. Indeed, that's what Catti-brie felt like, reclining on the wide davenport in Danica's sitting room: a girl. It was like being a teenager again, thinking of love and of life, allowing herself to believe that her biggest problem was in trying to decide if Drizzt was handsome or not, Of course, the weight of reality for both these women was fast to intrude, fast to steal the giggles. Catti-brie had loved and lost, and Danica, with two young children of her own, had to face the possibility that her husband, unnaturally aged by the creation of the Spirit Soaring, would soon be gone." love R.A. Salvatore
cd511cd I've given myself to you. You may have my body, soul, everything. Time passes, and all I want is the intimacy that slows, defeats. and confounds it. Love, that's what it is. You've always made the mistake that men often make, and carried forward the great fault that mars civilisation, which is that you believe that your philosophy is deeper than love. intimacy love men-and-women-quote Mark Helprin
128906b Whereas it seemed to me, back then, in the absolutism of my condition, that love had nothing to do with practicality; indeed, was its polar opposite. And the fact that it showed contempt for such banal considerations was part of its glory. Love was by its very nature disruptive, cataclysmic; and if it was not, then it was not love. julian-barnes love practicality the-only-story Julian Barnes
b45b7b9 "Saukerl", rise lei, e, mentre alzava una mano, fu assolutamente certa che anche lui, nel medesimo istante, la chiamasse Saumensch. Credo che sia la cosa piu prossima all'amore cui sappiano giungere degli undicenni." love Markus Zusak
b9f9e54 For most of us, the first experience of love, even if it doesn't work out--perhaps especially when it doesn't work out--promises that here is the thing that validates, that vindicates life. And though subsequent years might alter this view, until some of us give up on it altogether, when love first strikes, there's nothing like it, is there? Agreed? love promises vindication vindication-across-time Julian Barnes
f8e67a9 "In this view of marriage, each person says to the other, "I see all your flaws, imperfections, weaknesses, dependencies. But underneath them all I see growing the person God wants you to be." This is radically different from the search for "compatibility." love Timothy J. Keller
922cff1 The mystery and art of living are as grand as the sweep of a lifetime and the lifetime of a species. And they are as close as beginning, quietly, to mine whatever grace and beauty, whatever healing and attentiveness, are possible in this moment and the next and the next one after that. attention awe beauty diversity enlightenment god grace humanity life life-force love mindfulness mystery on-being religion spirit wisdom wonder Krista Tippett
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