#ai

We have problems which will be addressed by Haitians. ↗

— Jean-Bertrand Aristide

#haitians #problems #which #will

There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love. ↗

— Jessica Fortunato

#enemies #hate #human #immortal #love

The end of labor is to gain leisure. ↗

— Aristotle

#gain #labor #leisure

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own. ↗

— Aristotle

#because #certain #children #fathers #fonder

He chuckled and brought his face closer to mine, almost close enough that it was hard to focus on his features, the smell of his cologne from this close was something expensive and delicious. “Or you’ll what, Kacea? Kick my ass like you did when we were kids? I dare you to try, sweetling. I’m not the chubby simpleton I was then.” He dragged his thumb across my lower lip and his dark gaze followed it. “I’ve learned a lot of things since then. And I’d love to share them with you…” ~ Alain Reece & Kacea Meade (Lunacy, Ragnarok Legacy #1) ↗

— R.A. Sears

#dangerous #kacea-meade #lunacy #threat #love

What is it like to wear another person’s skin?” “I don’t have a good answer for that,” I said. “It hurts.” “Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt? ↗

— Andrew Davidson

#memory #pain #skin #love

In love, all kinds of love, we wait. If I can't be your dawn, I will be your sunset! ↗

— Rossana Condoleo

#loving #loving-someone #patience-and-love #the-power-of-love #waiting-for-love

A force de peindre la vie des autres, il avait oublié de peindre la sienne." On ne se tue pas pour une femme (2000) ↗

— Olivier Weber

#fiction #french-literature #literature #love #painting

What is more powerful than the love of a mother? What possesses more strength than her humbly whispered prayers? Perhaps only God's hand in answering those earnest pleadings on your behalf. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#love #mom #mother #mother-s-day #motherhood

So that's what we did - rocketing down Sixth Avenue, dashing around the rest of the post-concert crowd, splashing our tracks until our ankles were soaked. You took the lead, and I started to lose my sprint. But then you looked back, stopped, and waited for me to catch up, for me to take your hand, for us to continue to run in the rain, drenched and enchanted, my words to Amanda no longer feeling like a requirement, but a foretelling. ↗

— David Levithan

#love #lover-s-dictionary #rain #love