#be

There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense. ↗

— Jane Austen

#jane-austen #love

You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That's the only thing you should be trying to control. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#elizabeth-gilbert #inspiration #inspirational

How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet "You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh ↗

— A.A. Milne

#piglet #pooh-bear #winnie-the-pooh #love

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love #love

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#compatibility #couples #relationships #love

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#love #time #waiting #love

Here we are then, I was thinking, in a war to the finish between everything I love and everything I hate. Fine. We will win and they will lose. A pity that we let them pick the time and place of the challenge, but we can and we will make up for that. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#islamofascism #september- #love

I grieved three thousand times. Then I grieved for myself, a lonely woman without the honor given to the wives of the fallen. The reverence for their loss, for their children's loss. It was eloquent and grand. So moving and charged with solidarity...On September eleventh, I faced the last moments of your father's life. I saw him in every person who tried to jump and every body they pulled from the rubble. And I saw myself as I was never allowed to be, consoled, understood, and loved. ↗

— Susan Abulhawa

#americans #palestinians #september- #love

There are indeed all sorts of men/ who visit here: those who want/ nothing but to talk or hear the soft tones/ of a woman's voice; others prefer/ simply to gaze upon me, my face/ turned from them as they touch/ only themselves. And then there are those,/ of course, whose desires I cannot commit/ to paper. ↗

— Natasha Trethewey

#men

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#young-adult-fiction #nothing