#de

Violet said nothing, though big pearly tears, like a child's, trembled at her lashes. She suddenly missed John very much. Into him she could pour all the inarticulate perceptions, all the knowings and unknowings she felt, which, though he couldn't understand them really, he would receive reverently, and out of him would come then the advice, the warnings, the clever decisions she could never have made. ↗

— John Crowley

#love #understanding #love

If the sum of living be love's fee, Tremble. You are my one eternity. ↗

— Laura Benet

#emotion #love #philosophy #love

I believe that States should be credited for their non-Federal investment in revenue-generating transportation facilities to address their regional transportation needs. ↗

— Michael Burgess

#believe #credited #facilities #i #i believe

I was me, I was Flavia. And I loved myself, even if no one else did. ↗

— Alan Bradley

#love #love

I love you, Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and as Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus anymore. And nor was Peter. Surplus meant unnecessary. Not required. You couldn't be a Surplus if you were needed by someone else. You couldn't be a Surplus if you were loved. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#peter-pincent #surplus-anna #the-declaration #love

Hari ini memanggil-manggilmu, mencoba mendapatkan perhatianmu, tapi kau terpaku pada hari esok dan hari ini pun berlalu tetes demi tetes seperti air di dalam talang. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#love

I think it's important that people think about what they are doing and that includes what they are eating. I am 61 now and attitudes towards drinking and driving have changed radically since I was a student. People change their notion of what is responsible. They will increasingly ask about the carbon content of their food. ↗

— Nicholas Stern

#am #ask #attitudes #carbon #change

So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#people #solitude #dreams

Lovers are not snails; they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self. ↗

— Jerzy Kosiński

#identity #isolation #love #lovers #relationships

But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry. ↗

— Linda Howard

#steamy-heat-of-summer #life