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There must be a connection between the lust for power and impotentia coeundi. I liked Marx, I was sure that he and his Jenny had made love merrily. You can feel it in the easy pace of his prose and in his humor. On the other hand, I remember remarking one day in the corridors of the university that if you screwed Krupskaya all the time, you'd end up writing a lousy book like Materialism and Empiriocriticism. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#lenin #umberto-eco #love

The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange. ↗

— Robert Charles Wilson

#friendship #love #friendship

We are all spiritual beings and our calling is to LOVE our neighbor, STAND against injustice and to show COMPASSION to ALL! ↗

— Timothy Pina

#legend-of-the-peace-panda #love

I cared about them. I wanted them to feel better, to live better lives. And then it occurred to me - I cared about myself. I wanted me to live a better life, too Caring about myself was allowing me to care about others. ↗

— Cate Tiernan

#friends #hope #love #realization #suicide

I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I feel for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling. ↗

— Jess Rothenberg

#fall #falling #falling-in-love #sky #vast

You don’t remember?” Hendrix asked with narrowed eyes. “Then we’ll talk about it later. I’ll help you remember.” His voice was smooth sex appeal as it washed over my body and I shivered involuntarily. ↗

— Rachel Higginson

#reagan #love

I kissed his forehead and then his temples. I kissed every place on his face all except his lips. I got close, but never full on the lips. I gave every place on his face my full attention. Maverick quietly said to me, "You missed a spot Charlie." "I'm pretty sure I didn't," I replied. "No Charlie, you did and I'm not waiting anymore for you to give it the attention that it so desperately deserves. ↗

— Heather Gunter

#young-love #love

I never lost the certainty that he was the perfect boy. The perfect boy for me anyway. I just tried not to think about it, because it made me ache inside. ↗

— Cat Clarke

#love #the-one #love

True artistry in perfumery is the marriage of notes that may juxtapose each other but become harmonious in a blend. Born of pure creativity and an astounding knowledge of literally thousands of synthetics and hundreds of Essential oils, they must possess the ability to marry disparate and conjugal notes into a harmonious blend. ↗

— Marian Bendeth

#global-fragrance-expert #marian-bendeth #perfumes #sixth-scents #marriage

The rat, huddled in the hollow of her palms, squeaked glumly. Delighted, she hugged him to her chest. "Oh poor baby," she crooned, almost as if he really were a pet. "Poor Simon, it'll be fine, I promise-" "I wouldn't feel too sorry for him," Jace said. "That's probably the closest he's ever gotten to second base." "Shut up!" Clary glared at Jace furiously, but she did loosen her grip on the rat. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#innuendo #jace-wayland #love-triangle #simon-lewis #love