#ali

He forced my soul back into innocent belief, not by empty words or false promises but by consistent action that never failed. He was safe. ↗

— Rachel Higginson

#jericho #love #romance #love

No matter what those sex-ed teachers say about how great condoms are, there's not a condom in the world to protect you from heartbreak. ↗

— Natasha Friend

#sexuality #love

I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#gay-men #homosexuality #lgbt-literature #love #maurice-novel

To reach back and help, and expect neither reward nor even thanks. To reach back and help, because that is what spiritual beings do. ↗

— Brian L. Weiss

#love

Jake's POV: ...And we laughed. Suddenly my palms were sweating under my gloves. I slid my hand away and we got back to work, but I felt as if my whole body was on high alert. There was no getting around it anymore. I was falling for this girl. Big-time. ↗

— Kieran Scott

#realization #love

Staring at my outstretched pinky questioningly his perfect lips twitched into a smile. Pinky promise? ↗

— Natalie Valdes

#natalie-valdes #pinky-promise #smile #together-foreve #love

We journalists love writing about eccentrics. We hate writing about impenetrable, boring people. It makes us look bad: the duller the interviewee, the duller the prose. If you want to get away with wielding true, malevolent power, be boring. ↗

— Jon Ronson

#insight #journalism #humor

Once he went into the mountains on a clear, sunny day, and wandered about for a long time with a tormenting thought that refused to take shape. Before him was the shining sky, below him the lake, around him the horizon, bright and infinite, as if it went on forever. For a long time he looked and suffered. He remembered now how he had stretched out his arms to that bright, infinite blue and wept. What had tormented him was that he was a total stranger to it all. What was this banquet, what was this great everlasting feast, to which he had long been drawn, always, ever since childhood, and which he could never join? Every morning the same bright sun rises; every morning there is a rainbow over the waterfall; every evening the highest snowcapped mountain, there, far away, at the edge of the sky, burns with a crimson flame; every little fly that buzzes near him in a hot ray of sunlight participates in this whole chorus: knows its place, loves it, and is happy; every little blade of grass grows and is happy! And everything has its path, and everything knows its path, goes with a song and comes back with a song; only he knows nothing, understands nothing, neither people nor sounds, a stranger to everything and a castaway. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#love

Did she make you laugh? Did she love you as much as you loved her? Did she protect you and warm you and keep you from suffering? Valentine turned her eyes away from him, unable to face the empty answer in his face but not wanting to stop saying what she had thought for so long. "I saw how fascinating her mystery was to you. For my part, I think that the mystery is always greatest where there is the most-emptiness. A person full of life is never mysterious, on the contrary. ↗

— Judith Krantz

#love-lost #reality #life

For the first time in this 11 years--I have come to love the darkness--for I believe now that it is a part, a very, very small part of Jesus' dakness and pain on earth. You have taught me to accept it [as] a "spiritual side of 'your work'"... (Mother Teresa, quoated in Kolodiejchuk, p. 208). ↗

— Brian Kolodiejchuk

#spirituality #suffering #love