#ed

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

Unless we include a job as part of every citizen's right to autonomy and personal fulfillment, women will continue to be vulnerable to someone else's idea of what need is. ↗

— Gloria Steinem

#citizen #continue #else #every #fulfillment

As Venus within Eros does not really aim at pleasure, so Eros does not aim at happiness. We may think he does, but when he is brought to the test it proves otherwise... For it is the very mark of Eros that when he is in us we had rather share unhappiness with the Beloved than be happy on any other terms. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#eros #happiness #love #love

I am because we are. We all bleed the same color. We all want to love and be loved. ↗

— Madonna

#love

There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward-cullen #love #love-story #midnight-sun #twilight-saga

Instinct of love toward an object demands a mastery to obtain it, and if a person feels they can't control the object or feel threatened by it, they act negatively toward it. ↗

— Sigmund Freud

#control #instinct #love #negatively #obtain

One day, someone who'll understand your good points and bad points, but who'll love you just the same, will appear in your life. Mark my words! ↗

— Sakura Tsukuba

#land-of-the-blindfolded #life

If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours. ↗

— Truman Capote

#love

The number of great museums and nonprofits versus the number of corporate headquarters is incredibly out of whack. ↗

— Richard Stengel

#great #headquarters #incredibly #museums #number

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#fleeting-possession #gain #greed #dreams