#age

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#love #love

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived— what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death? ↗

— Louise Glück

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Concerning the popularity of vampire books: I don't get it. I think people should read about bloody, heart-singing, mind-searing spirituality. Live your heart’s song, not its drippings. ↗

— Sandy Nathan

#new-age #spirituality #vamlpire #age

People don't love each other at our age, Marthe—they please each other, that's all. Later on, when you're old and impotent, you can love someone. At our age, you just think you do. That's all it is. ↗

— Albert Camus

#old-age #age

the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love--love which has lasted a million years, she sang, love which prevails, and millions of years ago, her lover, who had been dead these centuries, had walked, she crooned, with her in May; but in the course of ages, long as summer days, and flaming, she remembered, with nothing but red asters, he had gone; death's enormous sickle had swept those tremendous hills, and when at last she laid her hoary and immensely aged head on the earth, now become a mere cinder of ice, she implored the Gods to lay by her side a bunch of purple heather, there on her high burial place which the last rays of the last sun caressed; for then the pageant of the universe would be over. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#love #romance #age

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#literature #shakespeare #love

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah! ↗

— David Bowie

#david-bowie #moonage-daydream #starman #ziggy #ziggy-stardust

It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

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To touch a person...to sleep with a person...is to become a pioneer," she whispered then, "a frontiersman at the edge of their private world, the strange, incomprehensible world of their interior, filled with customs you could never imitate, a language which sounds like your own but is really totally foreign, knowable only to them. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#love #relationships #love

Those who are ignorant of history and the evolution of taste are apt at every turn to make the present age their standard, and imagine nothing so barbarous or savage but what is contrary to the manners of their own time. ↗

— Anthony Ashley Cooper Shaftesbury

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