#anti

Would the man in the cabin have come after them? Would he have sent someone else? Or would he have never even known they were there and they could have just gone back to normal life. Normal Life. He didn’t even know what that would be now. ↗

— Shelley K. Wall

#romance #romantic-suspense #suspense #thriller #life

To seek Truth is automatically a calling for the innate dissident and the subversive; how many are willing to give up safety and security for the perilous life of the spiritual revolutionary? How many are willing to truly learn that their own cherished concepts are wrong? Striking provocative or mysterious poses in the safety of Internet [social media] is far easier than taking the risks involved in the hard work of genuine initiation. ↗

— Zeena Schreck

#dissidents #outcasts #revolutionary-spirit #self-examination #spiritual-transformation

You don’t get one chance at life but many over one lifetime. ↗

— Elize Amornette

#elize-amornette #elize-amornette-author #private-emotions-trilogy #romance-book #romance-novel-books

Like an unfinished symphony, her story played on my mind for most of my life. It would rock to the tune of the passage of time, an adagio of high notes, low notes an illusive movements. Then when I least expected it, I happened upon the missing notes in the life of Charlotte Howe Taylor. ↗

— Sally Armstrong

#adventure-romance #adventuresome-women #canadian #historical #native-american

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#christianity #love #sensuality #spirituality #love

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#constantine #from #helen #paris #tales

Why shouldn't I hate her? She did the worst thing to me that anyone can do to anyone else. Let them believe that they're loved and wanted and then show them that it's all a sham. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#betrayal #love

I have no country to fight for; my country is the earth; I am a citizen of the world. ↗

— Eugene Victor Debs

#anti-nationalism #compassion #humanity #universal-love #love

She could not leave him hanging like this. “If you were hurt, I need to know.” It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook. ↗

— Tara Janzen

#romance #romantic-suspense #love

He opened his eyes to reveal the storm within him. "My every instinct is telling me to have my way with you." He was dead serious and my cheeks heated. Fire shone in his eyes and I broke eye contact, burying my face into his cotton-covered chest. "But not nearly as difficult as going all this time without you," he said. ↗

— Wendy Higgins

#love #passion #sharing-thoughts #wanting #love