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Quand le doigt montre le ciel, l’imbécile regarde le doigt. [When a finger is pointing up to the sky, only a fool looks at the finger.] ↗

— Jean-Pierre Jeunet

#fate #lovely #message #philosophical #philosophy

You think embracing the longing while waiting for the right man is impossible? Well obviously you didn't get the memo. ↗

— Osayi Osar-Emokpae

#longing #love #relationship #love

As he satin the tree he looked down at the girl in the floral dress and felt his heart miss a beat. ↗

— Isabella Kruger

#love-at-first-sight #love

Stop crying to the ocean, stop crying over me. Stop worrying over nothing, stop worrying over me. So it's been so long since you said, well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#sainthood #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #the-ocean

If my love must be a rodent, then shall I be anything but a rat? ↗

— Lynne Jonell

#rats #love

Falling in love is like submerging beneath the ocean with a submarine; you leave the outside world and wander in the silence of dimness. ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#quotations #love

After the thing went off, after it was a sure thing that America could wipe out a city with just one bomb, a scientist turned to Father and said, 'Science has now known sin.' And do you know what Father said? He said, 'What is sin? ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#man-made-disaster #war #science

I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me. (Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my moments (Pause.) The dog's moments. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#krapp #love #moments #play #relationship

Who Goes With Fergus? Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid, And brood on hopes and fear no more. And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#william-butler-yeats #love

I'm no light weight, mountain man. It'll take more than a couple of frou-frou Vermont microbrews to get me trashed." She leaned forward and bit his lip. "If you stop, I'm gonna kill you. With your own axe. ↗

— Penny Watson

#penny-watson #love