#ect

Fortunately, I read (the books) without knowing what I was in for, and the best thing that can ever happen to a reader happened to me: I loved something that, by conviction (or by my nature) I should not have loved ↗

— Milan Kundera

#reading #love

Elizabeth studied the blurry tabloid photo, which showed her cousin Mary Stuart leaving a Paris disco at dawn, drunkenly clinging to the arm of a French tennis pro. The message was very clear. Put passion first and you end up neither loved nor respected. ↗

— Barbara Taylor Bradford

#love

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#nostalgia #recollection #love

Love begets wisdom, thus it is, as often misconceived, more than vain layers of tenderness; it is inherently rational and comprehensive of the problem within the problem: for instance, envy is one of the most excused sins in the media of political correctness. Those you find most attractive, or seem to have it all, are often some of the most insecure at heart, and that is because people assume that they do not need anything but defamation. ↗

— Criss Jami

#attractiveness #compassion #comprehensive #defamation #discernment

This softening she sees in me isn't enough to make me affectionate, but it's just enough to render me inept. I can't give her what she wants — virtuousness — or what she needs — protection. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#protection #romance #sad #love

Reading all my old love letters was disorienting. You remember thinking the thoughts and writing the words but, man, you can't TOUCH those feelings. Its like they belonged to someone else. Someone you don't even know. I'm aware, in an intellectual way. That I felt all those things about him, but this emotions are far away now. What's so strange to me is that I can't even force my heart back to that place where I felt that all consuming passion. That makes me feel distant from myself. Who WAS I then? Will I ever be able to get back to that place? Reading the letters again made me wonder: Which is the real me? The one who saw the world in that emotionally saturated way, or the me who sees it the way I do now? ↗

— Bill Shapiro

#looking-back #nostalgia #reflection #love

Affection would not be affection if it was loudly and frequently expressed; to produce it in public is like getting your household furniture out for a move. It did very well in its place, but it looks shabby or tawdry or grotesque in the sunshine. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#love

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair. ↗

— Sonya Hartnett

#briny-water #channel #despair #exception #flooded

Definition of a relationship - an enduring, mutually-agreed upon connection or union, which fulfills certain needs of the individuals involved and the society in which they live. ↗

— Leo Buscaglia

#love #relationships #love

There is no fear in love; perfect love casts out all fear. ↗

— John

#love #perfect #love