#dee

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#company #deepest #drowsy #electrified #feel

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing – I loved her truly, madly, deeply! ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#truly-madly-deeply #love

And when you get down to it, Lily, that is the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love but to persist in love. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#love-read #life

The love of Christ both wounds and heals, it fascinates and frightens, it kills and makes alive, it draws and repulses. There can be nothing more terrible or wonderful than to be stricken with love for Christ so deeply that the whole being goes out in a pained adoration of His person, an adoration that disturbs and disconcerts while it purges and satisfies and relaxes the deep inner heart. ↗

— A.W. Tozer

#christ #deep-love #heart #love #the-love-of-christ

I cannot do all the good that the world needs. But the world needs all the good that I can do. ↗

— Jana Stanfield

#caring #good #good-deeds #help #helping-others

...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches... ↗

— John Geddes

#feelings #love #poetry #touches #love

Mmm.” The vibration in his chest pressed against her back shot sparks of hot lust through her. “I love you this way.” He guided his erection to nudge her entrance. “I love you every way.” Katya smiled and pushed back against him. “I love you, too. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#katya #the-warrior-s-gift #turan #love

Those whom even love cannot shake from their habitual aversion to risk and inertia are those who are truly unredeemable. ↗

— Cristina Nehring

#love #risk-aversion #unredeemable #love

But these vague whisperings may arise from Mr. Snagsby's being, in his way, rather a meditative and poetical man; loving to walk in Staple Inn in the summer time; and to observe how countrified the sparrows and the leaves are... and to remark (if in good spirits) that there were old times once, and that you'd find a stone coffin or two, now, under that chapel, he'd be bound, if you was to dig for it. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love

She thought that they could live together for twenty years and he might never consider asking her about marriage. Tom didn’t follow the usual patterns. If marriage was what she wanted, then she would have to be the one to propose to him. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#bonnie-dee #sarah #tom #marriage