#des

My life would be empty without you. - Christian Trevelyan-Grey ↗

— E.L. James

#fiftyshades-christiangrey #love #romance #life

She swallowed, watching as the servants and Harry and Bert trooped out of the room. Lad, apparently not the brightest dog in the world, sat down next to Mickey O’Connor and leaned against his leg. Mr. O’Connor looked at the dog, looked at the damp spot growing on his breeches where the dog was leaning, and sighed. “I find me life is not as quiet as it used to be afore ye came to me palace, Mrs. Hollingbrook.” Silence lifted her chin. “You’re a pirate, Mr. O’Connor. I cannot believe your life was ever very quiet.” He gave her an ironic look. “Aye, amazin’, isn’t it? Yet since yer arrival me servants no longer obey me and I return home to find me kitchen flooded.” He crossed to a cupboard and took down a china teapot, a tin of tea, and a teacup. “And me dog smells like a whorehouse.” Silence glanced guiltily at Lad. “The only soap we could find was rose scented. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#lad-the-dog #mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #life

We all have to lead our own life, and we only have the one life, and the only people who can live life not according to their own desires are those who have no desires--which is the majority, actually. People can say what they like, they can speak of abnegation, sacrifice, generosity, acceptance, and resignation, but it's all false. The norm is for people to think that they desire whatever comes to them, whatever they achieve along the way or whatever is given to them--they have no preconceived desires. ↗

— Javier Marías

#life #preconceptions #life

Delving into the past had unveiled a cruel lesson - that in the book of life it is perhaps best not to turn back pages; it was a path on which, whatever direction we took, we'd never be able to choose our own destiny. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#cruel-lesson #direction #past #path #turning-back-the-pages

What was the point, I had to wonder, of fighting so hard to learn to protect my life if I was destroying it in the process? ↗

— Stacey Kade

#learning #life #life

There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs.  A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles.  Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is possible to pick up the pieces and carefully repair what was shattered. I say nay.  For the chains of despair have no key, and the soul destroyed by that monster can never hope to be unaffected.  There are things done that cannot be undone. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#destruction #grief #hopelessness #pain #richelle

We live behind the closed doors of our own destiny. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#life #love #life

Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing. ↗

— Truman Capote

#city #description #human #life #summer

Desires are but pain and torment, and enjoyment is sweet because it delivers us from them. ↗

— Giacomo Casanova

#pleasure #life

I don't believe the idea of Fate is that everything in our lives is predetermined. For me, it's those moments when, on reflection, Life seems to have intervened and given us a friendly or not-so-friendly nudge in another direction. ↗

— Thea Euryphaessa

#fate #life