#aid

Those who speak of progression but are afraid of change are self-repressed and therefore unable to reach any further than their eyes can already see. ↗

— Criss Jami

#afraid #change #cognition #experimentation #eyes

A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much ↗

— John Gay

#love #men #polly #women #love

I'm just playing it safe. I'm staying as far away from the edge as possible, so I don't go plummeting off with a guy who may not even stick around long enough to help peel me off the ground. ↗

— Tracy Lane

#mermaids #romance #love

My heart pounded against my chest, competing with the deafening absence of sound in the air. I'd never known silence like this. ↗

— Tracy Lane

#mermaids #romance #love

You can say the opposite of something you've said but you can't do the opposite of something you've done. ↗

— Jose Bergamin

#opposite #said #say #something #you

I had not particularly liked the way in which he wrote about literature in Beginnings, and I was always on my guard if not outright hostile when any tincture of 'deconstruction' or 'postmodernism' was applied to my beloved canon of English writing, but when Edward talked about English literature and quoted from it, he passed the test that I always privately apply: Do you truly love this subject and could you bear to live for one moment if it was obliterated? ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#edward-said #literary-criticism #literature #postmodernism #love

He watched you like a man starved for the only thing that could fulfill his hunger." My eyes popped out and my body flushed about a thousand shades of red. "Oh, wow... ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#discussing-aiden #laadan #love #love

Man up?" He sat back in a lazy, arrogant sprawl, but the coiled tension was in every muscle in his body. "It's a good thing I love you or I'd find that particularly insulting. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#alex #love #love

I don’t know how we made it to the bed or if the water was ever turned off in the shower. But we were together, our bodies slippery, our wet hair soaking the sheets we were tangled in. And then we were tangled, our legs and arms. His hands were everywhere, paying reverence to the many scars on my body. His lips followed, and I grew reacquainted with the hard muscles of his stomach, the feel of him. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#alex #love #omfg #sex #love

He was done talking. Aiden came off the wall so fast the water reacted in a frenzy of bubbling. He—we—were in a frenzy. His arms crushed me to him, his mouth demanding, saying those three little words over and over again without speaking them. Aiden lifted me up, one hand burying deep in my hair, the other pressing into my lower back, fitting us together. He turned and my back was against the edge and he was everywhere all at once, stealing my breath, my heart, my soul. There was no coming up for air, no control or limits. There was no tottering on the edge. We both fell headfirst. In his arms, in the way the water bubbled and moved with our bodies, I may’ve lost track of time, but I gained a little part of me. I gained a part of him that U would hold close for the rest of my days, no matter how long or short that turned out to be. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#alex #jasmine-pool #love #underworld #love