#ate

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories ↗

— George Eliot

#memories #soul #soulmates #love

Love cannot stifle nor can it dictate. Either of those circumstances will turn a tender feeling into something ugly (Adam Ashworth). ↗

— Cynthia Wicklund

#love

Like light and shadow, love and hate were inseparable. One could not exist without the other. ↗

— David Gemmell

#love #love

Hate was such a waste of human resources. So little was accomplished with hate, so much more with love. ↗

— Haley Walsh

#homophobia #love #transphobia #love

Something had lubricated us. Something had washed us clean. I understood, and at the same minute I understood that that they all understood, too. Hate had passed away, and in its place was the other word that's just as big. ("Golden Baby") ↗

— Alice Brown

#love #love

She was in love with a vampire. Bela Lugosi. Nosferatu. Vlad the Impaler. Count Chocula . The urge to laugh seized her and she buried her face in her hands and cried instead. ↗

— Shelby Reed

#midnight-rose #shelby-reed #love

[...] I've come to the conclusion that the artist can not justify life or come up with a cogent reason as to why life is meaningful, but the artist can provide you with a cold glass of water on a hot day. ↗

— Woody Allen

#artist #life #meaning #water #art

She loved him, and she was going to do everything she could to get him back. She hadn’t come this far just to walk away. He was the love of her life, dammit. The man she wanted to marry. The world had reversed its orbit to bring them back together, for Pete’s sake, and she wasn’t going down without a fight. Fate could only do so much; the rest was up to her. ↗

— Andrea Lochen

#freewill #love #repeat #year #life

Rumi says love turns thorns into flowers. This means that hate turns flowers into thorns! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#love

The man Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys: Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches, and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame, A mechanised automaton. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#freedom #power #state #freedom