#de

Democrats' definition of "rich" - always seems to be set just above whatever the salary happens to be for a member of Congress. Perhaps that says it all. ↗

— Steve Steckler

#always #congress #definition #democrats #happens

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#lust #lust

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#leaving #dreams

The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting ↗

— Milan Kundera

#kekuasaan #lupa #milan-kundera #laughter

I am the bathtub of desire, and I see you are filthy for me. You’d better get naked and let me surround you.
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— Jarod Kintz

#filthy #lust #naked #lust

Humility is nothing but truth, and pride is nothing but lying. ↗

— St. Vincent de Paul

#lies #pride #truth #humility

One of the things that I've come to understand is that as I talk a lot about Picard, what I find is that I'm talking about myself. ↗

— Patrick Stewart

#come #find #i #lot #myself

You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave? ↗

— Emily Brontë

#heartbreak #love #death

He Is Not Dead I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. He is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn For an old-time step, and the glad return, Think of him faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here. Think of him still as the same. I say, He is not dead—he is just away. ↗

— James Whitcomb Riley

#death #death-of-a-loved-one #death

And then you snatched me from the ashes and stirred my dreams back to life. ↗

— Paula Quinn

#dreams