#cal

Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#love

If love breaks more than a heart, maybe it's a sign and time to step out. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#broken-heart #hitting #physical-abuse #relationship-problems #signs

I love my virginity to the apocalypse. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#peeps #scott-westerfeld #virginity #love

He laughed, then became serious once more. "Mary............" The expression in his eyes set her heart pounding. "Yes?" Twice he began to frame a sentence, and twice his voice seemed to fail him. And she thought she understood. What could he possibly say to her now, when he was on the verge of leaving forever? Even something as simple as asking her to write to him carried a distinct sort of promis, the type of promise he was ten years and a half a world removed from being able to make. She forced a polite smile and held out her hand. "Good luck, James." Regret-and relief-flooded his eyes. he took her hand, cradling it for a long moment. "And to you." It was foolish to linger. She slid her fingers from his grasp, turned, and began to walk away in the direction of the Academy. She'd gone about thirty paces when she heard his voice. "Mary!" She spun about. "What is it?" "Stay out of wardrobes!" She laughed, shook her head, and began to walk again. She was smiling this time. ↗

— Y.S. Lee

#historical

We're all watching each other, so there's no chance for censorship. The main problem is the idiot TV. If you watch local news, your head will turn to mush. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#local-news #ray-bradbury #television #censorship

I growled and then slapped him. "Hey!" His hand pressed to his cheek. "You always say that when I slap you," I said. "I think it's a problem that you know what I say when you slap me," he said. "That's not the kind of intimacy I'm looking for. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#calla #shay #intimacy

I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#necessity #passion #vocation #obedience

Should it concern us that the bible never calls us to ask Jesus into our hearts. Should it concern us that the bible never mentions such a superstitious sinners prayer and yet that is exactly what we have sold to so many as salvation. ↗

— David Platt

#radical #southern-seminary #salvation

To learn to see- to accustom the eye to calmness, to patience, and to allow things to come up to it; to defer judgment, and to acquire the habit of approaching and grasping an individual case from all sides. This is the first preparatory schooling of intellectuality. One must not respond immediately to a stimulus; one must acquire a command of the obstructing and isolating instincts. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#intellectualism #reactions #seeing #understanding #judgment

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dressing #innovation #introspection #melancholy #philosophical