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She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#women #love

The last thing she'd wanted was anything as complicated as a relationship, for it felt as though there we're though complication in her life already. ↗

— Nicholas. Sparks

#love #relationship #relationships #life

Some in Westminster have talked about her receiving a state funeral when she dies, which seems a bizarre sort of tribute to someone who believed the state should do as little as possible. It would be far more appropriate to allow competitive bids from private companies to run the funeral arrangements. 'And we now go over live to Westminster, where state leaders are lining up for Lady Thatcher's funeral sponsored by McDonald's. And there we see the coffin respectfully borne on the shoulders of six part-time burger-flippers dressed in the official Ronald McDonald costume, before the private cremation when the body will be flame-grilled with gherkins and a slice of cheese.' It's what she would have wanted. ↗

— John O'Farrell

#history #margaret-thatcher #respect

You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#love #son #love

I collapsed to my knees and looked up at the predawn sky. "I hate you," I said softly. "I love you," the voice whispered back. ↗

— Glenn Beck

#hate #love #love

The heart does not always make sense, Ruby. It wants what it wants, even if what it desires does not want it back. ~Sean ↗

— Amber Lynn Natusch

#fractured #love #sean #love

Mine was the game where the player cannot lose and may win. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#inspirational

One reason we rush so quickly to the vulgar satisfactions of judgment, and love to revel in our righteous outrage, is that it spares us from the impotent pain of empathy, and the harder, messier work of understanding. ↗

— Tim Kreider

#judgment #understanding #love

You know that saying about how you don’t know what you have until it’s gone? I already did know what I had, and now that she’s gone, I know even more. ↗

— A.S. King

#lbgt #loneliness #love #separation #love

Heri kuogopwa kuliko kupendwa kama huwezi kuogopwa na kupendwa kwa wakati mmoja. ↗

— Enock Maregesi

#love #love