#ai

Statistics show that most mortals sell their souls for five reasons: sex, money, power, revenge, and love. In that order. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#kincaid #love

who knows if the moon's a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky--filled with pretty people? ( and if you and I should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#balloon #flowers #hot-air-balloon #luna #lunar

Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others... And your very flesh shall be a great poem. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#self-actualization #love

Contrary to what we may have been taught to think, unnecessary and unchosen suffering wounds us but need not scar us for life. It does mark us. What we allow the mark of our suffering to become is in our own hands. ↗

— Bell Hooks

#love #pain #redemption #scars #suffering

I feel it in here," she said, placing her hand against her chest and then against her stomach, "and here. It’s like there’s not enough air or room inside me. That I may… burst out of my skin or drown in it, and that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I always have… and will." She tipped her chin up and her entire face was a rosy color. "It’s you. I… I love you. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#alex #love

ففي قرارة نفسي اليوم إيمان عميق جدًا إيمان لا يتزعزع بأنَّ المحبة وحدها هي المفتاح ↗

— ميخائيل نعيمة

#love #faith

The stains could be seen only in the sunlight, so Ruth was never really aware of them until later, when she would stop at an outdoor cafe for a cup of coffee, and look down at her skirt and see the dark traces of spilled vodka or whiskey. The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: 'booze affects material as it does people'. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#black #drinking #stain #love

It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand—a boy who is not quite white and not quite foreign either." "Just as I am not human, and not demon either," Tessa said softly. His eyes softened. "You are human," he said. "Never think you are not. I have seen you with your brother; I know how you care for him. If you can feel hope, guilt, sorrow, love—then you are human. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #the-infernal-devices #love

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, And tell me when it rains, And I'll blend up that rainbow above you & shoot it through your veins... 'Cause your heart has a lack of color, And we should've known That we'd grow up sooner or later, 'Cause we wasted all our free time alone. <3 ↗

— Owl City

#love #owl-city #rainbow-veins #songs #love

I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely. ↗

— Albert Camus

#albert-camus #camus #heart #love #pain